Ode to Robo-Teachers

Oh Robo-teachers, Of the 22nd century, Why can’t you be here now, To stand in the middle of all classrooms, Your heads projecting holograms Of the Battle of Dieppe, Your auto-synthesizers making dimethyl sulfide and decenal, So students could have their hearts throbbing, And rising to their throats While they smell and taste The blend... Continue Reading →


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