Mr. Android Poem by Austin Glover

My grip is weak,
I am forever sliding,
Into this hole of meek,
My thoughts are gliding,

Into this void,
My ever silent muse,
I feel like an android,
Running on a short fuse,

So, how does it feel
in your new android form?
Do you like the cold steel?
Do you feel re-born?

Are you void of emotion?
Do you still have a heart?
Do you still have the notion
your words cannot start?

Does your muse remain sleeping?
Is your ink brilliant white?
Are your thoughts fast and fleeting?
Please tell me this night.

My skin aches of cold,
It now rusts in the rain,
My fingers cannot fold,
I am in dire pain.

Lady’s touch I can’t feel,
Nor does my heart beat,
My wounds never heal,
I have wheels, not feet.

To not feel, is an advantage they say,
Though I strongly disagree,
I trudge through wretched life each day,
Knowing I’ll never be free.