Tamagotchi
Anonymously born
in sterile rooms.
Delivered by masked faces.
Despatched to homes,
the new born
has every need met.
Fed, watered, comforted,
baby sat and tended.
Nannied and protected.
Welfare throughout life.
No risk
of independence.
No chance
of going out
in glory.
No battle,
plague
or wild excess.
Just tepid caring.
Free of passion.
Then mild death
ends this frail
plastic life.