Just a note before you read: this is a slam poem. It is meant to be performed quite energetically and therefore reads differently than page poetry. Just keep that in mind while reading, and enjoy! (Or don't enjoy it, that's up to you. But do review, either way)
Voice 1: The vending machine
Voice 2: It totally gave me C1 when I totally typed in...um...well...
V1: It was some letter and then 7
Both: I think it was B
V2: But, the point is –
V1: - that it gave me something other than what I asked for. I mean
B: How annoying is that?!
V2: Have you ever had that happen to you?
B: Put your money in, type in a number,
V1: And then the little turny thing doesn't turn, but a different turny thing turns, and-
V2: - you get something other than what you wanted?
B: Or, in my case
V1: The little bar thingy rises out of the deep, dark depths of the machine, and a bottle falls out, and, and, and…..
B: It gave me C1
V2: I wonder if there's a function in there somewhere.
V1: Type in C, you get B
V2: If the number is even
V1: And E if the number is odd
V2: What if the number is ………….zero?!
B: Then, if you type in 1,
V1: The number you actually get
V2: Depends on the previous letter.
V1: Or maybe it's
B: Completely random!
V2: Now the point is…
V1: Machines are evolving to have minds of their own, and before you know it
V2: The juicers won't be juicing
V1: The alarm clocks won't be alarming
V2: And the microwave tray will rise from its base
B: As a UFO
V1: And hurl itself into the thermosphere
V2: The computer chip will take over our minds
V1: And the plasma in our TV screens
B: Will BLOBIFY
V2: And eat us all in our homes