Mrs Shelley’s Blues

They didn’t know what else to do
They copied specifications precisely
Every helix strand meticulously attached
Synapse power levels were all exact
Connecting tissue irrigated and suffused
The correct procedure was imposed
They looked at each other in a quandary
Thoughts darted between their minds
About possible errors or missed steps
But all was done in the perfect order
Their report would now be one of failure
Drooping antennae displayed remorse
It was always the same initiating error
These humans on this strange blue planet
Were more complicated than they thought




Poetry by Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2017-01-10 at 13:03

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Ashe The PoetBay support member heart!
I loved this. Of course no alien or robot can figure out the human psyche. :)
2017-01-11


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
So much for artificial intelligence. I enjoyed this one.
2017-01-11