Dadgum Robots

The robots came,
all beep boop beep boop
and said I’d be fixed.

I’ve seen what they do at the vet’s
so I moseyed right out of there
on gilded footsteps

Imagine my chagrin
waking up one morning
with a prosthetic doohickey
where my wangdoodle used to be

I’m so heavy with grief
my knees buckle
every time I get up

But my wife,
she’s happier than ever.
Dadgum robots.

The End

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