Mechanical misgivings rise on human imperfections.

Mechanical misgivings rise on human imperfections.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

The plankton of life diminished,
the robots rejoiced,
technology advanced,
human traits vanished,
metallic minds computed;
we are perfect.

Are you?

© 2017 andrew mitchell


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so far from it...but would rather be that than just a well oiled machine with my heart given up to technology.

a telling poem here.

j.

Posted 8 Years Ago


Nothing a bit of three and one oil wont fix.
Robot that can make a decent cup of coffee. Get me one now.

Posted 8 Years Ago



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Added on February 19, 2017
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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

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