The Replacement

The microchip popped in for a chat
It didn't have a lot to say
It just sat down in my chair and sent me away
Out into the void of the unemployed
I asked it for my job back and it got annoyed
It stamped its little plastic foot and kicked me out the door
It sneered at me through the letter box as I sprawled out on the floor
I could still hear it laughing as I crawled into the street and I bumped into a Bobby who was thrilling to the beat
A machine strapped to his shoulder dictating his every move
A centralized computer to keep him in the groove
I could see my reflection In the toe cap of his boot
I could tell by his reaction that my presence didn't suit
His idea of efficiency
I didn't fit his plan
So I offered a sickly smile
Got up and ran
Down to the cafe in search of relief
I opened the door and crumpled up with grief
The big and friendly waitress whose finger nails were never quite clean
Was signing on the dole somewhere
She'd been replaced by a machine