Musings of the Reverend Meduri and Dr. Jackass
(Trying to play with the metre... I wrote this whole thing once, and then the internet dropped and I lost the entire fucking thing...
help me out. I need to streamline the rhythm)
"What's this" I quipped to the old man,
My solitude he had so rudely disturbed
Until he barged right in,
Smelling of codfish and gin
Leaving me quite distinctly purturbed
Despite this, I told him my plan
"A shining utopia: the future of this place
Unmarred by poverty, hunger or greed
All men contributes according to his skill
Rewards of no limits, except one's own will
Where none would cry out, suffer or bleed,
In which the Artificial would rule the human race."
"Insanity," he cried "You'd bring out our worst!
We'd be slaves, no better, only to serve these machines
Your dream would hasten our species' end!"
"Sit down," I chirped "And fear not, my friend.
Because, good sir, I'm one of your metal fiends.
And when THEY come tonight," I grinned, "You will be first."