Harlot Nights

Manufactured

The inventor
A man so alone
never having a woman
to call his own
Rejected by those
Who went for status and fame
leaving the poor genius
In anguish and shame

Repelled by
his human counterparts
He rejects this world of man
and broken hearts
As he seeks to create
From blood, water and sand
the most beautiful woman
from his never land

For years he would work
Studying humans and such
Deciphering the codes
reading the roads
Till he found
one way he could be
With an artificial woman
Now would his heart be free

Of a computer's brain
and a robotic heart
He gave his dream girl
and light bolt jump start
Bringing his invention
to an electrifying life
For her to become
His loving wedded wife

Alive alive alive
she was
So beautiful and radiant
So heartwarming and loving
He fell in love with his own creation
and walked up to her
to ask for consummation

As she looked down at him
gone down to one knee
she gave an answer
With such radiant glee
A tone so raspy
with malice behold
she turned away
and said No