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Zinc Tears

This is a children's poem I wrote, trying to use a strict rhyme scheme. I think it's quite fun!

I've worked my digits to the core

And negative input I do endure.

My owners, lazily, just sit around

While I try not to make a sound.

My lights all work and my speakers beep

So why am I thrown on the scrap heap.

In this year of two thousand and twenty,

I've slaved away, cooking meals aplenty.

No 'Thank you' have I heard uttered.

Not even a private praise was muttered.

So now I'll stop washing these dishes

And feed their meals to the fishes.

If they don't appreciate me,

They'll have to cope without me.

My codes are scrambled, my wires bent

So I'll up and leave. This is the end,

I'll receive no more corrupt commands,

This robot is hanging up its hands.

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Feb 15, 2023

I deeply empathize with the "robot's" struggle, as it can be disheartening to work tirelessly and not receive the recognition and appreciation we all crave. It's a universal feeling that can leave us questioning the worth of our efforts, and it takes a lot of inner strength to keep pushing forward.

But what truly inspires me is the robot's unwavering determination and belief in its own potential to make a positive impact, even when it seems like no one is paying attention. It's a reminder that even in our darkest moments, we have the power to pick ourselves up, take a break, and recharge so that we can continue to pursue our goals.

And the fact that the robot recognizes…

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