Robot Zombies With Ghostly Appetites
For the last time I think I've escaped
Your gratutituous number munching
But then as quick as a high-def blink
I'm back in the barn with the cannibals
Flesh mongering mammals
With digits tied to mandibles
Trodding through robotic arenas
Without a finite-sniffing clue
Battery unplugged, feet pressed to rugs
They land proud on towels
Wondering about next meals
What deal could peel back some onion flesh?
Salamanders finance the change
Or simply rearrange the same
Tug boating at a new horizon
Still consuming ghosts and roaches till the end of time
Copyright © Justin Debrosse | Year Posted 2012
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