#filk #acoustic #silly

There was a time when I read as many Robert Sheckley short stories as I could get my hands on. A couple of them treated 'love' as a tangible, measurable property rather than an emotion (or notion). This song borrows that concept and filters it through my experience as both a factory employee and a software developer.

I’ve designed a love to match The plan our VP sold I guess the board approved it Or else I’d have been told Now that we’ve upgraded The main assembly line Our robots meet production goals In half of their old time

Guided by technology What’s been left to chance Two will be indebted To one who makes romance

What once was crafted carefully To match distinctive needs Checked by aunts and neighbours With diligence, not speed Was often late arriving Requirements having changed The client left to force a fit Perhaps by swapping names

Tea and cakes in sitting rooms Too much left to chance Two will be indebted To one who makes romance

In truth, perfection’s not the point And clearly would defeat Our scheme of having customers Who sign up for repeats Our client must prefer it To being home alone And order up another three, Downloaded to their phone.

Like wizards selling amulets Nothing left to chance Two will be indebted To one who makes romance

Two will be indebted To one who makes romance