Rows and rows of white goods
Tons and tons of haves
And have shoulds
I don’t know what washing machine to choose
Theres so many
They pile them high in retail parks
Make milk shake mcflurrys fall out of them frozen
My smile is icicle open
Aghast
At last the salesman makes my mind
He’s fit in his suit
halfe caste
I like his kind ways.
I didn’t come to buy utility devices
I came to buy people
Its one of my vices
People buy people
Not washing machines
The day the robot comes
The day that ends my dreams
Of interaction
In comet and currys I heard
They recruit
The sharp dress androids in business suits
They want to make them real
With hair and blood
Why because they can
And because they should