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
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