The Function of Why
And you look at me
like i owe you
an explanation...
But the robs
make robs
now daddy
And the bots
breed bots
now daddy
And the robots
build robots
now daddy
And you look at me
like i owe you
some kind
of detailed explanation
of how our nation
and nations
came to this
with the numbers
in parentheses
in loco parentis
these
whimsical recursions
that created this
how we came
to debating this
retreat into madness
we called progress
for there
and there again
the beast in us
loves
progress
and you look at me
asking
how did we
surrender it
that glitch in thinking
that makes us rich
that comes as itch
to never let us rest
until we make it
that made us fake it
until we made it
until we made progress
how was it
that we lost the wit
to woo
to be true to this
this life
we once sought
to rule
and became a slave to it
and the numbers that we pursued
and became as slaves to it
our greatest logic
so cold and so cruel
and you
are
stating we are
fools
as the robs make robs
now daddy
And the bots breed bots
now daddy
And the robots build robots
now daddy
And the end of us
is now
daddy
and pointing to your
desire for a time machine
you tell me
that the end of the story
should be creativity
and wanting to be
all
we can be
and never ever
surrendering
to our machines
in staying
in praying
in playing
in purity
in staying
in praying
in playing clean
you tell me
about my humanity
for the robs
make robs
now daddy
And the bots
breed bots
now daddy
And the robots
build robots
now daddy
And the start
of the future
is now
daddy
and you look at me
like i
owe you
some kind
of explanation
not realising
your questions
are explaining
to me
Rick Dove (c) 2016