How To Make a Man
You need four things-
Silicon. quartz, titanium and wit.
Maybe a bit of the old drawing board, for foiled days.
He will be rusty at first,
Until you grant him speech,
To rise above the animals;
And then his desire to know what he is
Will be all-consuming.
It is only natural.
I like the idea of giving him a scowl;
For a robot shouldn't laugh at his maker.
Then a suit of blue clothes,
Nicely tailored for the world of wannabees.
He will make a living, all right.
But to raise a family is like being
A flock of birds in orderly flight.
If he does that, I'll make another:
Every man should have a brother.
poem by Stan Petrovich
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!
