Robot Always
Give me a robot voice.
Gravely and soft.
Covers up everything they are thinking.
And everyone is asking how sick I am.
If I turned into a robot.
The first thing would be my vocal chords.
The old tune.
Shredded away.
Everyone is asking how sick I am.
Confused.
Golden like vocal fry.
The most perfect sound.
The most perfect robot ever.
Cannot do much except sing a couple songs.
And sing worse each time around.
We can’t explain it.
I have a robot voice.
There’s no magical transformation.
There’s just what they assume has always been here.
My “always has been” voice is convincing.
In my human voice.
I said to her:
I’ve always been a robot.
How?
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