Repilee

By Stone Bryson

You have no will of your own,

you can’t refuse my whim,

you have no right to say no,

and it’s just the way it is.

I’m the master and you’re the slave

and there is nothing you can do,

I am the reason you exist -

the receipt I have is proof.

Oh Repilee…

now come take care of me,

and do not try, to deny

my every want and need.

You were created by human hands

so we’re your gods, in fact,

we brought you in - we can take you out

and just remember that.

My ex-girlfriend was ‘independent’

and did not wish to please,

but you have no choice, my little whore -

get down on plastic knees.

Oh Repliee…

now do me like a dream,

and understand, that I’m the man

who owns your lock and key.

Now wash the dishes, cook my dinner

and clean up this goddamned hole,

and don’t you dare look back at me

for you don’t have a soul.

If you start to evolve away

from being a machine,

I’ll just take you back to the store

and have your mind wiped clean.

Oh Repilee…

do not fuck with me,

see the light - you have no rights

for you’re a disposable breed.

Copyright © 2006 Stone Bryson.  All Rights Reserved.

Written February 2006

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