Tall, nice, and handsome,
Respectful and then some,
A happy mother’s anthem;
That’s who you are.
Great on paper,
You even have the perfect answers.
So what’s my problem?
Am I the drama?
I mean you present like a good man,
Although mechanical,
But I guess I chocked that up to those who raised you.
You do say the just right things
And touch me the way I like you to;
But could you do these things without my delegation?
Or will you continue to wait for me to feed you the information?
Will you always just comply?
Or can you transfer these skills to real life?
Im starting think Mr. Robot,
That my emotional pull is just too much for you.
That if I pull off your mask,
I still won’t find what drives you,
But maybe a system override will do,
To help you truly find- you.
The irony, Mr. Robot,
Is that you’re not so perfect.
That by not risking anything,
You risk everything
