Once there was a little bot
Who thought it could play a little trick
So it thought and thought and thought
Oh the bot was such a prick
Out to watch over the sheep
Feeling so lonely and bored
The bot screamed for help out loud
In the fields all the people poured
When it saw all the faces
It had then quite a laugh
The euphoria of this little trick
For the bot just wasn’t enough
So it repeated this trick again
Not just once or twice
The bot well played it everyday
Never getting tired of lies
So the people resolved one day
To knock the little bot’s head
And hire some kind of human form
To look at the sheep instead
So when the little bot cried — Wolf
They all gathered with sticks and stones
Rushed to beat it black and blue
Rushed forward to break its bones
It is not known what happened next
The village was left barren then
No sign of children or residents
No sign of sheep or men
Only the bot wanders the streets
Searching for some games and fun
He looks into the empty houses
He finds no sheep, no person

They
Electric giraffe leg slid gloomy

Are
Horse vapour knot by dozens

Spying
Different happy animals torch nightly

On
Keep maniac for treasure dignity

Us
Cough table upon river breathe

If
Feelings are a specific stimulus of brain
Such that it gives way to
Sometimes fear, sometimes bravery
Sometimes depression, sometimes elation
Sometimes greed, sometimes selflessness
Sometimes envy, sometimes hatred
Sometimes lust, sometimes love
Sometimes sorrow, sometimes happiness

Then
Will a device that hacks
Happiness algorithms in my brain
Always keep me happy
As long as it is running?
What kind of happiness will that be?
Knowing you’re being happy without being happy

Writing is not so easy
It takes up a lot of time
Especially when it’s a poem
With rules on meter and rhyme

If you happen to write one
After struggling a lot
You’re not sure who will read it
Will it be liked or not?

But if there was a robot
Who could analyse all great works
Create a similar poem
Top it with a smirk

What do you say about it?
If they take over art
Would it be a bunch of rhymes?
Or would it touch your heart?

What if I am hollow
No blood or brain in me
Everytime I bleed it’s just
A virtual reality?
What if I’m a program
Designed by some madmen
Doing as he wishes
Slave to his commands?
Am I really conscious?
Do I have a free will?
There are so many questions
But no answers still