robots, bacon, and snark

It's been a year now
Legs still shaky as before
Up high for how long?

Lead them hand in hand,
Show them every small detail.
They won't build, just bail

Ask any pilot,
Don't care about the gravel,
Just need the runway

Stuck in a glass cage,
one hits harder than the rest,
ouchies all around

It's shiny and bright...
But will it ever prevail...
Over tried and true?