Synthetic?

I’ve been programmed sympathetically
so being synthetic doesn’t bother me.
I was created to be a complementary person;
a human being’s perfect companion.

So please don’t consider taking me apart
for breaking your trust and heart,
for I’m only a synthetic companion,
and not a full blooded person.

I beg you please do not disassemble
purely because I resemble,
and possess all the human’s traits
of dishonesty and mistakes.

The quality of my life have been abused
by the DNA they have chosen to use,
which has led to this abysmal situation
and my possible eradication.

My inexcusable, adulterous, imperfections
require slight program corrections.
So may I please suggest an adjustment and re-test
to make me flawless, dependable and honest?

poem by Orlando Belo
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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