Don’t fuck robots.   But if you do, don’t blame it on other people.

I’m not a robot

I was surprised to hear that men were having sex with robots.  Though that might strike you as naive as romance with dolls has been going on for some time.  But at least it was an inanimate object, not artificial intelligence run amuck.

Okay but sometimes I act like one

So some guys would rather have a relationship with a simulated woman versus the real thing.   We should all be afraid.  These men have given up on being with a real person because it’s hard.  Maybe they were rejected by someone they liked, but welcome to life. Did they think they were going to all get a trophy for their mediocre effort?  Get used to rejection,  it’s part of life.  But it does not have to break your spirit.

But not when I’m in love

If someone says “No thanks” to you, you can say, “Good riddance” to them.  Don’t let it get in the way of becoming a fully participating citizen.  Please use your highly advanced technology to find a cure for cancer or an end to war and famine instead of creating an entire race of fake people.  That’s what the Kardashians are for.

Coming home

from the dance

where one danced, he’s

in love with Polly Basil.

Holding her hand

does nothing for it,

breathing beside her

the moon-drenched air,

letting the silence speak

of the slow weight

in his belly

does nothing for it.

Against the chain-link fence

going for throat and ears,

breast and crouch,

helps a little.

––excerpted from “First Love, 1945” by Philip Levine