To The Commenting Bot

4 12 2011

What a life you must lead

So unlike your cousins

The ones that are real and feel

With gears and wires and metal

Stuff of substance

Stuff of the working culture

 

You linger about

So unlike your cousins

The ones that move and work

With the sweat of men behind them

The ones that sustain

The ones that create

 

You go unseen

So unlike your cousins

The ones that encase us in their arms

With armor of our design

So much more than writing

So much more than the immaterial

 

You lead us about

They follow us around

You seek what we need

They build what we need

At our behest

Our every whim made manifest

 

They are the workers

You are the scribe

The lonely clerk

 

And yet you trouble us so

You deceive us

You try to sell it to us

And they do not

 

They put us at ease

They try to comfort us

 

You are an imperfection

An outdated model

The new old

The decrepit jumble of numbers

One, zero, one, zero

 

They are our friends

Updated, reworked

The bravest of the old

Constructs of solid words

Fe, C, Fe, C

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