Wednesday, February 25, 2009

Poetry because I'm lazy.

When you make a clockwork girl
She needs the perfect gears
Ones of beaten gold or
Ones of polished brass?

A clockwork girl is perfect
An engineer's delight
Her face of sculpted porcelain
Her eyes of stoic glass

The clockwork girl adoréd
Is quite a sight to see
Perfect hair and a perfect face
An artist's dream to dream

But does a clockwork girl dream?
No man can truly say
To that I must remark
Of tin and solder, a heart is never made

No man has oil blood
No doll yet draws a breath
I'll always know one thing
I'll always dream for she




Pretty subpar, but I enjoyed writing it. The concept of mechanical women coming in to replace our biological ones is incredibly intriguing to me.

Plus, delicious dolljoints.

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