Poem-A-Day: Day 98

Six Million Dollar Plan

The path to automation is clear,
shorn with gentile metal fingers
piano playing their way across my landscape,
prodding methodically
in places I never knew existed.
Replacement is the next best thing
since complacency marketed itself
as the next best thing since autonomy.
It’s not for a lack of trying,
because as the metal fingers massage
the magic metallic membrane,
down to deep tissue fissures
forming cybernetic bond, I’m left to ponder
if I should have spent my six million elsewhere...