My Synth
My Synth and I are perfectly matched.
With my DNAed rib, she was hatched.
We are so compatible, like two peas in a pod,
no matter what we do, she doesn't think it odd.
Don't have to worry about procreation,
she's always available and ready to please.
Or worry about affection, she always puts me at ease.
We look so alike, people think we are twins,
life with her has no downside, it is all win wins.
We never argue or bicker over anything at all,
our minds are in sync, she's at my beck and call.
She waits on me constantly without complaint,
makes my life so easy, treats me like a saint.
I know that I'm not perfect and a bit lazy as well,
but she is my heaven on earth and there is no hell.
Self charging and maintaining without any care,
I'm never bored with her around and always there.
To think how my life was before she came,
I was lost and confused with everyone to blame.
And now I am fulfilled and pampered to the core,
it's hard to remember those troubles from before.
But I've got a sneaking suspicion she's not what she seems,
lately you know, I've been having bad dreams.
Copyright 2015 © Ronald W. Hull
7/9/15
and become as human as us...far... far...away.
Always,
Deborah
hug
Kathy
It sounds like the producers are butting from an old Harrison Ford movie called "The Blace Runner" haven seen your version but will make it a
Pint to do..., peace be with. You
William
Regis
As the show and your poem imply--good help may be hard to come by.
Sandie
Fascinating and mysterious. I have not watched the show.
Enjoyed your poem.
Lady Mary Ann
Love ya!
Jane