Computers perform without a brain
I don’t know how they do it
The amount of info they sustain
I never could accrue it
They’re passion-less, and gender free
They never show emotion
Not one of them’s a he or she
Who could display devotion
I sit in front of one most days
For computerized solutions
To problems that have come my way
In need of resolutions
This pulse-less, brain-less entity
This hard-disc inanimate tool
Has software that out-thinks me
Perhaps I’m an animate fool
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Love this idea and its pursuit - wonderful twist at the end. Perfect scan. t x