FIFA or Her

 She doesn’t need a game pad,

she doesn’t have a screen,

she doesn’t need to be charged,

she doesn’t have to be plugged in.

 

She can’t make sound effects,

neither can she produce visual effects,

she doesn’t have fans cheering in the background,

neither does Peter Drury or Andy Gray know her.

 

You can’t carry her in your backpack,

neither can you leave her on your desk at home,

you can’t lend her to your friend,

neither can you get her from a friend.

 

However,

It can’t keep you warm,

Neither can it turn you on…

It doesn’t have curves,

Neither can you cuddle it in bed.

 

It can’t cook for you,

Neither can it clean your house…

It won’t do your laundry,

Neither will it iron your cloths.

 

It won’t give you emotional comfort,

Neither will it give you any physical support,

It won’t help you dress up,

Neither will it validate your style.

 

It won’t give you babies,

To make you happy forever,

To visit you when you get older,

To teach you new technologies and trends,

To kill the loneliness and forever bring you joy,

To give you grandchildren,

To keep your lineage alive...

To call you Papa.

 

Choose wisely.

Obura