The Boy Least Likely To Is A Machine

i made a machine
 called the boy least likely to
 it feeds me shortbread biscuits and it
 makes my little dreams come true
 it thinks for me
 and everything i used to do it does for me
 it's made of aluminium and it runs off pencil batteries
 i know that it makes me happy
 but something about it frightens me
 i made a machine
 to make my life easier
 but it's made it more complicated
 than it ever was before
 i programmed it
 to simulate the feelings that i used to get
 it reads me bedtime stories and it makes me feel human again
 it doesn't have to understand what it's doing
 and it does everything a human being can
 it stores my thoughts and feelings in its data banks
 i tell it things when i'm feeling sad
 and sometimes it's the only real friend that i have
 and that's what makes me sad
 i made a machine
 called the boy least likely to
 it has lots of switches and buttons
 but i don't know what they do
 i know it can't
 understand the intricacies of my heart
 but when i cuddle up to it
 it comes to life in my arms
 i know that it makes me happy
 but something about it frightens me