Android
Once there was a man called Robert, the robot
a novice in the mechanics of sensory processes, no hot!
Sight, hearing, touch, smell,
taste: all for moods, rock hell!
Bloody how could Robert rock the bottom if android?
Copyright © Poet. Undertaker | Year Posted 2013
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