I need a robot

to speak for me

for I am so angry

that I befoul

draw out

the words of

chance, circumstance

the vertices

where my humanity

bounces off

the robot

is the study of normal

the ghost

of collective wisdom

neither male nor female

young nor old

all its trauma

averages out

it will say

please and thank you

when I am

a lioness crouched

it will appeal

castrate, conjugate

and dance

to the pleasure

of perception

i have signed

the waiting list

my soul is

a caddisfly

and you dear robot

are a carapace

of shining gold

#gpt4