Poem

The absurdity of sex
In the modern world
Is evident.

We couple frantically
Our short attention spans
Not allowing for multiple orgasms.

But essentially,
We are but beasts
Trapped in binary code.

The world is not,
Can no longer be
Alive. Not when life is but
A cathode-ray tube--
Inanimate.

How can we sleep together
When we can't rest?

Soon, computers will be
Extensions of our limbs, heads, and hearts.
Will they too make love?