Written the other day in a dark mood. Some people hope that sexbots will eliminate the need for human sex workers. Traffickers dehumanise their slaves, using drugs, threats and violence; what does that say about those who pay to [ab]use them?
A single camshaft drives them all
Ten, twenty, thirty pairs of hips
Thrusting up between parted knees
Such soft, sweet, oil-dripping lips
Sublime perpetual motion
Unfeeling machinery of lust
Beneath the stink of sated men
The bitterness of steel and rust
Hear them cry in synchrony!
A perfect chorus of aching need
Begging, pleading, to be filled
To overflowing with misspent seed
Francis James Franklin (Alina Meridon) 