A Rich Future
by Gary Hardaway
Their people are on it,
working out the kinks
in the robot chef, the robot
novelist, the robot portrait painter.
Also in development,
the anatomically perfect robot
pool boy and naughty maid,
the robot architect adept
at hospital wings and art museums.
Soon enough, even their people
will become expendable, supplanted
by robot roboticists and lawyers,
robot hedge fund managers
and robot R & D directors.
Soon, the pesky poor can be replaced
and boys and girls of means
can be insured against
the guillotines and tumbrels
of a restless servant class.
Scary thoughts. But nice poem.
I didn't see those guillotines and tumbrels coming! Well done.
Bleak, but well-turned. This poem is likely too subversive to survive the future you envision.*
Gary's right, Gary. Off to the Gulag, with you! More I think of it the Koch bros. and Faux News are already making a whole lot of robots out of a whole lot of us. *
Love the poem. Not fond of the paranoia it stirs within me. Ha. *
I can't wait for the future.*
The robot robotocists were my favorites. We writers may need protection.
Great ending. Enjoyed the poem, Gary.
Thanks to everyone for readings and remarks.
*. I had to look up tumbrel.
* Rhythmic and precise.
Hope the naughty maids aren't sold out. *
Thank you, Larry, Steven and Jake.
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Very well put *
Thank you, Christian and Foster.
Yeah. *
Thank you, Beate.