Robot Roommate

He speaks, "bleep, beep, bop" off to do the dishes
While I'm asleep, he's not, he's too ambitious
Cleaning the litter box with a voodoo diligence
Who knew filaments could construct such willingness?

Folding socks and hanging clothes with no qualms
I give him high-fives even though he has no palms
When I'm in a bad mood he plays a program of slow songs
He's partitioned and conditioned to do no wrong

I built him so strong with the finest of pistons
Three legs, two arms and a kind disposition
My roommates before never liked to listen
Barcoding him onto my lease was the best decision

He doesn't talk back, he's always on track
He never lies, steals, nor combats
Made of wires and steel, he's all that
He's my crew-mate, ever two-faced robot roommate

He doesn't pass judgment even when the rug's lint
Clogs up his wheels he rolls with the punches
He does such justice entertaining amongst friends
With his comedy setting and other various functions

Made of polycarbonate and tungsten
He is far from fake when attending a luncheon
He'll cut up your steak while you're busy munching
Then later clean your plate and keep the gin fizzies coming

He's a programmatic gentleman
With no static, bad habits, nor lack of intelligence
Lacking a heartbeat, part me, part machine
With the sum of his parts, he's the life of the party

He doesn't talk back, he's always on track
He never lies, steals, nor combats
Made of wires and steel, he's all that
He's my crew-mate, ever two-faced robot roommate

He speaks, "Blip, bip, beep" off to fold the sheets
Doing laundry is hardly a chore for me
While I count sheep asleep, he explores and cleans
He's "more than meets the eye," it's galore to see

Him open any door accordingly
To the way I coded him as a noted friend, he's sworn to be
My life-mate, my life-coach, those primates in my past
Just gasp once him and I approach

So, here's a toast to this astromech nomad
Over a synthetic, aesthetic, tech-savvy slow jam
So I say, hey bro-ham. Command mode, dance program!

He doesn't talk back, he's always on track
He never lies, steals, nor combats
Made of wires and steel, he's all that
He's my crew-mate, ever two-faced robot roommate



Credits
Writer(s): Timothy Munson Stiles
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