I love how you act
Like it's your duty to yell
To scream at me, like you're a robot
Designed for one job-the scream-at-Rachel-omatic 3000. But that must mean
You're good at it, right?
Because it would be an awful shame
If a robot built
For one job failed at even
That, that would make it a piece of
Useless machinery, rusting at the bottom
Of the garden, long forgotten, it's buttons
Pecked out by starving blackbirds
It's display scratched beyond repair
By the cats chasing the scraps
Of bone and feathers which make up
Those birds, hoping for a
Meager meal.
Let's just hope
That you have more than one use
Otherwise I
Might just dismantle
You, and leave you out there.
~september 2018
