Robot Restaurant In Tokyo - Poem by Rajendran Muthiah
The massive female robots
make the cabaret girls worrisome.
These feisty robots would turn the men
away from the Juliats and Cleopatras.
The wrinkled faces of the dancers
will drive the mad youths
to clink glasses with the robots.
Our boys who hang out at the nets
salivating over the X-rated clips
may be lured to these unfading beauties.
Even the killjoys will be wriggling
seeing the tempting features of these angels.
Send these robots with blonde hairs to the Mars
where the alien beings are very fast in climes harsh.
When the robots wink and wave
they would think and save their solar-dollars.
There is no Taliban or Ram-Sena in your land
and so you build robots by your magic wand.
Yet We give a big hand for your cute world-war hit strand.
Divert a few million yen to feed and clothe the girls
who suffer in Senegal Dakar Church Orphanage.
The poor ones had lost their family members
in the wars between the rulers and the rebels
in the west, east and the Centre of North Africa.
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