I for one welcome our robot overlords

 

I like to imagine (now and again, 

and again)

a cybernetic shangri-la 

Where humans and computers 

Live together

in mutually programmed harmony

Like pure energy through

a sacred circuit

 

I like to dream

    (and)

Of a cyberdelic forest

filled with pines and neon

Where white-tail deer stroll peacefully 

past electric sport utility vehicles

As if they were exotic flowers

With spinning blossoms 

 

I like to think 

    (now)

Of a cybertronic economy

Where we are free of labors

And returned back to nature,

to our mammal fathers and mothers,

Sisters and brothers

And all watched over

By our robot overlords 

of loving grace.