Robot

I am not a strong solitary mango tree,

Or a jungle in the monsoon.

I am a robot that fucks and sucks,

And tramples small creatures with my bionic feet.

I do nothing but labour for my designer,

And kill every natural thing I see.

I hate grass; I’d fucking rip it all out if I could.

When I see families of bunnies, I churn them up in my gears, and spit them out.

I do not reproduce, but pleasure in grinding trees to dust.

I am programmed to hate and break down.

To reap and not sow: that is the way to be.