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