Dismantling a Cyborg

Actually, it’s more a matter of recycling.
Some parts are salvageable,
will go to make future models.
Other bits are scrap and tossed
on the trash heap.

Of course, there’s always
some do-it-yourself nerd
who, like a modern day Frankenstein,
figures he can patch and wield
different pieces from different models together
and create his own personal android.

They’re always out here, day and night,
scouring through recent garbage,
throwing all kinds of offal
into the back of their rust-bucket land-rockets,
figuring that they, in their backyard sheds,
can do a better job of creating a humanoid
than “Cyborg Masterworks International.”

We’ve got robots making robots,
24/7, 365 days a year,
no mistakes, perfect precision,
with our latest models
the most useful, faultless, tireless creations
ever sold on the open market.

These scavengers are just stumbling,
blundering, humans
creating who knows what.
It’s just like the way they themselves were made.
Aside from the fun involved,
the results are so demeaning.