Poem for A Robot

[deryk]

This is a poem I wrote for a robot that happens to be a person. It is devoid of presence and has the musicality of a square-wave.



Push to Vend

My dopamine drip
is quite unnatural.
Coins must be inserted
behind tired sinuses.
For every body part
of everybody's body,
a microchip delegates
automatic control.
But not mine,
I run on levers with
a million-armed operator,
making strange faces
and twitches
for a quarter's worth of happiness.

[deryk]

This is pretty rank. If you clicked on the link by accident, I apologize.

I'll have to make it up to you.

[Delta40]

Well I like it. I mean I don't understand the preface too well but the line:

Coins must be inserted
behind tired sinuses.
For every body part
of everybody's body,
a microchip delegates
automatic control.

contain a human touch with a spot of Frankenstein.

[MorpheusSandman]

Those last several lines reminds me more of one of those Claw Game machines rather than a vending machine. Nonetheless, this is a good utilization of the pathetic fallacy.

[Jerrybaldy]

I loved the machine observing the strange faces of the million arm operator. Its worthy Deryk.

[deryk]

Thank you for your responses Delta, MS, Jerry.

I wrote this for a friend who must use a form of biofeedback therapy in order to release certain chemicals most of us take for granted. My friend isn't able to experience what we think of as positive emotions naturally, so that was the aim of the vending machine, for clarification. I wasn't sure how else to relate it.

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I saw you write this write after Tragedies in Poetry. I started to write something a few minutes before you, Burning Hardware. Are you copying my idea? I stated it is ORIGINAL as well.

[deryk]

I have no idea what you are talking about. This poem is obviously a failure, so I certainly wouldn't bother stealing any aspect of it. Nor would I plagiarize anyone for any reason. The only reason I write is to express myself. I have no interest in expressing other people's work unless it is only a recognition of inspiration.

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Deryk hello you didnt send me a message. SORRY im ignorant

You also should chek mine its actally kind of cool. Not too be arrogantes

[deryk]

Deryk hello you didnt send me a message. SORRY im ignorant

It's okay. Contact me first before posting next time, please.

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Well I did both sorry! I am new here, also.

How do you make colors and stuff?

My story Pixelloid will only be up for three people. You, Beautifull, and DElta40. Ands that story is not meant to be public.

[Bar22do]

I don't think this poem is a failure! Makes me think of Asimov's story about the girl and her robot friend... best to you, Bar

[deryk]

Thank you, Bar!

[Delta40]

You sound like you're awfully hard on yourself Deryk. Failure is a very strong word. This poem doesn't meet the criteria and I'm sure you would not call it that, had somebody else posted it. One of the things I notice you do in reviewing other peoples work is explore the possibilities and bring them to the attention of the poet!

Reading this poem several times, I find it reveals more to me. The mechanical existence required of a human being forced to make their body function. The levers elicit an image of smoke and steam attached to a lot of strings.

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SArry. I got distwacted. How i write blog?