A Case Of Sing Song Delivery Poem by Raj Dronamraju

Simplicity introduces itself in a robot-voice tone
Doesn't tarry with traditional forms of language
Express joy for a present given, a programmed response, his hands were cold

Your ladyfriend exudes zero sex appeal
She makes blunt comments about the way I look and she talks while she eats
Where is she from?

When you tap the side of your water glass with your fork to get everyone's attention, they keep talking to each other
I would rather surround myself with programmed mechanical companions
They know all about me, it is the function of their existence

Some time ago simplicity marked the monotone with the graven insult of insincerity
Or not knowing or not understanding what they were saying

Societal interaction returned the favor by not giving a damn
I tried too hard to care about what you were saying (and I failed)