Man used to find a lover, after a period in which he'd wooed her.
Now he can just go buy her in the form of his own computer.
Each side, so calculating; for her love he daily does flips
To please her sensuous wires, motherboards, and assorted chips.

 

With boards or broads, psychologists say, men just want romance,
While women want a relationship, not just a ritual dance.
It used to require two to tango, but that theory's gone kablooey,
'Cause it only takes just one to do computerized ROM boogie.

A man can really fall in love with this new electric toy,
And how well he controls it separates the man from boy.
It is vacation syndrome. Do as the natives when in Rome,
And if not with the real thing, by all means with a clone.

 

The question need be asked, “Just what is the appeal?”
To be consumed so greatly by a thing that's not for real?
It's power! Don't you see? A man who's normally a toad
Can reign supreme as lord and master over his computer code.

 

Women use these toys adeptly to achieve a certain end, oh well.
The scenario does sound familiar. It rings a social bell.
A meaningful relationship is what she really seeks
And if that's not forthcoming, her interest quickly peaks.

 

The battle of the sexes is now reduced to computer-ese.
"Shrinks" are explaining the reasons, charging exorbitant fees.
Freud called such conflicts sexual, which hi-tech hasn't marred,
For computer macho's merely going from floppy disks to hard.

 Copyright © 2012 by Frank Koerner