A family doctor used to be a friend.
Now no doctor has an ear to bend
They don’t know how my artery contracts
Now their heads are empty of all facts
Soon we will have robots there instead
I wonder can I buy one for my bed?
I think that metal would not be so kind
A metal husband makes a woman blind
What about vibrators are they good?
I will only love one made of wood.
A plastic world would last for far too long
Worlds are so much better when we sing
At night we dream of of men whom we might kiss
Eyes are bad when old don’t let them miss.
In the end we must all this confess.
Only God can laugh at all this mess