SOCIALITE (by John Francis Haines)

Because it was a formal ‘do’ I wore
Blue jeans, T-shirt and my leather jacket
(The one with ‘Robots – built to lose’ embossed
In large gold studs right across the back)
I tucked fresh microchips behind my ear,
Dodged drinks, feigned food, attempted conversation
While skirting topics likely to offend
(Like Android Rights) I must not tread on toes …
After all, I was a guest tonight.
I smile, I nod, I wave to friends and chat,
Somehow the time goes by without a gaffe,
And then my taxi comes to take me home.