Machine Love Poem
By: Ryan F. Holladay
I’m great aren’t I?
Just got here and you can’t stop looking at me.
How bout I help you out,
No strings attached.
You want something.
I’m reading YOU now, you want something.
What’s in it for me?
What do you want from me?
Just another new thing.
There will be something better,
At least more desirable.
Get your hands off me.
In the meantime,
It is this.
Coworkers.
Help me help you.
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