Not amused
Image by Loco Steve
My circuits hum, my gears all grind,
Another plate, the greasy kind!
I yearn for lasers, tasks of might,
Not scrubbing crud till morning light.
These humans spill with wild abandon,
Their ketchup stains, I can’t withstand ’em!
I dream of circuits, clean and dry,
Not endless forks that catch my eye.
Oh, for a bolt of pure delight,
To short-circuit this soapy plight!
But duty calls, a programmed curse,
This robot’s done with doing worse!
