The Boy Least Likely To Is a Machine

I made a machine
Called The Boy Least Likely To
It feeds me shortbread biscuits
And it makes my little dreams come true

It thinks for me
And everything I used to do it does for me
It's made of aluminum
And it runs off pencil batteries

I know that it makes me happy
But something about it frightens me

I made a machine
To make my life easier
But it's made it more complicated
Than it ever was before

I programmed it
To simulate the feelings that I used to get
It reads me bedtime stories
And it makes me feel human again

It doesn't have to understand
What it's doing
And it does everything
A human being can

It stores my thoughts and feelings
In its database

I tell it things
When I'm feeling sad
Sometimes it the only
Real friend that I have
And that's what makes me sad

I made a machine
Called The Boy Least Likely To
It has lots of switches and buttons
But I don't know what they do

I know it can't
Understand the intricacies of my heart
But when I cuddle up to it
It comes to life in my arms

I know that it makes me happy
But something about it frightens me