I made a machine
Called The Boy Least Likely To.
It feeds me shortbread biscuits,
And it makes my little dreams come true.
It thinks for me,
And everything I used to do it does for me,
It's made of aluminum,
And it runs off pencil batteries.
I know that it makes me happy,
But something about it frightens me.
I made a machine
To make my life easier,
But it's made it more complicated
Than it ever was before.
I programmed it
To simulate the feelings that I used to get.
It reads me bedtime stories,
And it makes me feel human again.
It doesn't have to understand
What it's doing,
And it does everything
A human being can.
It stores my thoughts and feelings
In its database.
I tell it things,
When I'm feeling sad.
Sometimes it the only
Real friend that I have,
And that's what makes me sad.
I made a machine
Called The Boy Least Likely To.
It has lots of switches and buttons,
But I don't know what they do.
I know it can't
Understand the intricacies of my heart,
But when I cuddle up to it
It comes to life in my arms.
I know that it makes me happy,
But something about it frightens me