Bots
scramble the bots there’s a new weirdo in town
using up the sun, talking un-abbreviatedly odd
some skin looking healthier than the rest of us,
us, junkies of likes – us, beyonders of midnight
I will leave it to the bots to sort out this reality
Copyright © Clive Culverhouse | Year Posted 2023
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