on searching for human compassion

your voice
it grates
my ears

robotic
symbiotic
quixotic

you insist
on taking
your time
it makes me
want to stab you
repeatedly

streamlined
impersonal
ineffective
you ask me
for my choice
then ignore me
when i beg
for something
real

you ask me
questions
i give
my answers
you say
I'm sorry,
I don't think
I heard you.
Did you mean
_?
Say 'yes' or 'no.'

automated
response
so polite
so objective
so incapable
of understanding
when i shout
obscenities
at you

what baffles
me most
how you exist
for efficiency
yet waste
all my time
the humanity
contained
within you
after all