Reflections of the Insane
by
Larry Bryan
Why were we sent here?
Why do we care?
Is there really life out there?
Would she ever?
Could I say?
Does it matter anyway?
Why do I want her?
Is she for real?
Can a robot really feel?
How can I reach her?
How can I tell?
Is this simply life in Hell?
We were sent here to die.
We care 'cause we're dumb.
There's lots of life out there
If you drink enough rum.
Who cares if she'd ever,
I know I won't say.
It never did matter
That much, anyway.
If I knew that I'd have her.
Of course she's for real.
Who really cares
If a robot can feel?
I'm close enough to her
I don't want to tell.
Friends are forever, and, yes
Love is Hell.
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