Forget Me Bot
Sad to say and truth to tell
That horse you’re flogging doesn’t look well
Nobody’s buying your shit any more
It’s just gathering dust in an old kitchen drawer
With dead batteries and mementos of forgotten affairs
Foreign coins of no value and braids for your hair
Tickets to places that you never went
And postcards of cities that you never sent
Badges worn with pride and with feeling
Glasses so dark they almost stopped you from seeing
Credit card bills for online conversations
Now bot talks to bot and not nation to nation