She was unlike any I’d ever seen,
And though, unlike her masters, she was dead,
I realised then you could love a machine
(By prejudice we are too often led).
Her oily eyes glistened; somehow they fed
Not only my desire, but knowledge too,
And, as our glances locked, into my head
Was transmitted knowledge of what to do.
“Captors, oh my captors,” I cried, “I’ll sue
If you don’t take me back to where I’ve been
In one hour, at full power, unmolested!”
“He knows the Alien Rights Act!” cried the crew.
They acted nice, sent me thoughts from their queen,
And dropped me home, from my love’s arms wrested.
Thur 9 Aug 2007
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