song of not being a robot

i am not a robot but so what if I were
should I have to prove myself not myself just to receive your writing self-promotion newsletter?
i am not one thousand cockroaches in a trenchcoat but why demur
what of all the voices that are not vices only chatter

prove you're human you ask me, I say, "Why?"
is it my lineage that matters or the purity of my cry
a nightingale is not a human and barely appreciates the ability to fly
prove you are what you are yourself I might as well reply

prove your humanity you ask me before you'll teach me to litter
fliers in an empty conference center or quips on twitter
but to me the words "I am not a robot" taste as bitter
as the words "I'm just about to leave" to a tired babysitter

a human's just a robot made by time instead of hands
we do the work before us as we build our separate brands
we all will have to live together on these quickly shifting sands
so why not set aside the whats and hows and ifs and ands

if I am not a robot it's only by the grace of chance
so why should my meat status put a twisting in your pants
we all are unpaid extras in the whirling cosmic dance
your anti-robot prejudice stabs my heart as with a lance