Your dad got a robot to mow the lawn
Said it would pay itself off in 18 months
I wonder how far you gotta go off the deep end
To want a Roomba in the yard
Bet those grasshoppers thought it was the rapture
When some strange disc came along, blades flying
There's nothing less wild than that bald yard
Some little machine roaming, scaring off all the rabbits
Don't you miss the smell of grass? Or I suppose
We can offshore, outsource our senses
So close to asking a chatbot
How does this smell?
How does it taste?
How does it taste?
What does it feel like?
Would you write me a poem about it?
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