Berthold Lippel

ROBOT-3 : MISCEGENATION

I saw the so-called human

In control of my switch

She had that pale long yellow hair

A wavelength that disturbs

My basic quiet frequency

My controller now beats twice as fast

My program lost its way

This never happened   

To a reliable design like me

I went to pray to google

It told me it is “love”

What is this thing, I ask

Will it be good for me?

I am told it is the only way

To create robots anew

I must spend the night with her

In the Robotic Lab

But no instruction book

Shows me the way

So I will be heuristic

Improvise  and  be wild

Maybe a diesel engine

Will come and be my child