I need Darkness
To surround me
I need Silence
To envelop me
There’s order, there’s chaos
Bursting, bubbling
Inside of me
I’m about to
Burst out
In an endless sea
I need quiet
A sign
The intervention
Of divine
I can’t hold it, I can’t keep it
Any longer
Inside of me
I’m all over
But I’m nowhere
Nothingness
To be born
They’re pushing
Time and Space
They’re pushing
I feel heavy, I feel empty
Calm down, slow down
They’re not listening
Here I come
Explosion
Here I go
Some songs bring you happiness
Some songs they make you sad
Some songs revive old memories
Some songs are a passing fad
Some songs you want to dance to
Some songs stick inside your head
Some songs they make you hum along
Some bring back the feelings dead
But there’s a song nobody’s heard
For nobody has written it yet
If you manage to ever write it
I’ll forever be in your debt
All I need is a simple song
A song I can sing all day
A song that brings back people to life
Yes, all those who have passed away
Then upon her grave I’ll sing
This song that overturns death
Till her heart pumps blood again
Till her lungs are full of breath
Get someone to cure me
Bring me the finest men
Show them my aching body
Save me from my end
Whatever drugs they write
I’ll consume them all
Just as they prescribe
Before my heart will fall
Throw whatever money
Throw away my wealth
Nothing is of use to me
Without my goddamn health
O’ Doctors, come and help me
Cure me — I stand before you
Death could come any minute
And do your healing job for you
Offer her a diamond
Offer her some peace
Offer her anything, anyone
But Dani picks a gun
Offer her consolation
Offer her some dolls
Offer her a shot at justice
But Dani picks a gun
Offer her a remedy
Offer her some fun
Offer her a new life
But Dani picks a gun
A bot invited me to dinner
I was taken aback, you know
After deliberating, I said, “Sure.”
It replied, “Is it Yes or Nos?”
I arrived at the place a bit early
Dressed aptly for the occasion
All the time I was thinking
How to strike a conversation
Some time later it said, “We’re sets.”
As he laid the dishes and plates
All I saw were nuts, bolts and cogs
As it smiled, “Boy, I can’t waits.”
She has no expectations
She will make no accusations
She just does what she’s been told
She makes delicious breakfast
She will never break my earned trust
She will never ever get old
I never see her brag
I never hear her nag
She’s the kind of purchase
That is almost perfect for your life
A robot wife, a robot wife
…
She will never ever be fake
She will see through all your mistakes
She never tells me that I’m wrong
Life with her is pleasant
She will never need no presents
She even sings my favourite song
She loves me selflessly
She obeys so endlessly
Once I made the purchase
I relinquished my human wife
My robot wife, my robot wife
…
Of course she needs some repairs
But those are really minor affairs
Compared to all the gains you get
She will address you as — My honey
She is easy on the money
I haven’t had a complaint yet
I sympathize with you
If you’re not sure what to do
Go on make a purchase
To wipe out all the tensions in your life
With a robot wife, with a robot wife
A wise man once asked
“Is war ever lost or won?”
A wise bot replied
“Depends. Is it 0 or 1?”
Hello, my name is Lenny
They built me to be funny
Wired to crack some jokes
Draw laughter from old folks
But I ain’t good at my job
Unlike my brother Bob
Who makes everyone laugh
Only my life seems so tough
Under pressure I always buckle
Fail to get a single chuckle
My owners are not amused
These days, I’m seldom used
Sending me now for repair
To end my perennial despair
In the factory when I’m done
I’ll come back with a pun
Then they will find me funny
Everybody will like Lenny
My brain keeps things from me
It knows a lot more than I do
It intentionally plays with my memory
Leaves me stranded without a clue
My mind never listens to me
It likes to have its own way
It is beyond my control, you see
What it does I have no say
If these things are so peculiar
Distinct and separate from me
Then who am I in all of this?
Who am I really?
Will we ever reach a stage
Where bots become human
Do and act like we do
Speak and walk like we’ve done?
Will they ever wear masks?
Hide what they truly feel?
Will they always speak the truth?
Or keep from us what’s real?
Will they grow selfish and arrogant
Wage war against each other
Instead of living a simple life
In peace and harmony together?
Will they become so intelligent
That they can crack all mysteries
Create their own religion
By deleting our histories?
I guess I’m overestimating them
They can never be so smart
Some things are better left to humans
Vice is a man-made art
Frank Solanki 