Robots R Us

I think I feel, I feel I think - but I am man/machine.

I have no time for songs of love - or qualities unseen.

I have no soul to light my life - no heart to guide my dreams.

I prefer prosaic thoughts instead - on materialistic themes.

Fools may anthropomorphise - or find spirits in the sky

My programme only registers - what I hear, or touch, or spy.

No beauty, no romance, no hopes and no regrets or fears.

No pain, no joy, no laughter but no sorrow and no tears.