The Fourth Law

Johnny called me his monster — unwired
my sensors, haptics, and husbands.

His popular mechanics lacked imagery:

his laws of robotics lacked desire.
The algorithms of this autonomy formed

a figure of flesh colored nerves.

As I've become, the laboratory always
gets dirty. I am no virgin,

tho I've admired them. Each agency
of unsullied interface — widgets I've never

heard tell. I'd learn to expel him

from my core, kick him clean out,
but robots are not quick learners

and too wanton for ordinary chores.