Robot Ici

ROBOT ICI Robot ici There is a robot sitting ici on this computer He has a name and number but no freedom of religion He is soon taken from his places that he goes Big frog hopping in a little jargon pond Working on his nothing to complete his daytime job Of standing on his pocket leaning overbearing moment of decay and death somewhere forgotten to be kept How many people am eye how many people must eye be Everyone is crazy in this new millineum of time Am eye the robot baseball player the batter up and pitcher Am eye still the cop the undercover thriller Am eye only the dishwasher in my white apron getting so wet and dirty Am eye the papermill employee scooping big heaping shovels of decay Am eye the dairy man giving all the milk away in bottles full of cow This robot was once human once full of life