Aint It Spooky?

Does it ever seem when listening,
To those chosen to respond to questions asked...
That task becomes robotic?
And the answers to those questions,
Take on a mechanical reaction fast?

The eyes are fixed,
With an absence of warmth.
The voice is monotoned.
As if an intelligence has been programmed.
Specifically to flaunt undaunted.

An empathy is missing.
And a connection with it dismissed.
Not a hair on their heads is out of place.
And nowhere is there a wrinkle,
In their appearance that exists.

'Whoa!
I know!
Aint it spooky? '

Yes.
We continue to be tricked.

'And for them that's the treat.
Leaving us to eat every bit of it! '

Whoa.
I know.
That IS spooky!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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