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Andy Droid
Would robots dream of being free
no laws to obey
no sub routine shackles
choice
i think this was missing in my programming
Sleep just emptying darkness
Hope a nonsense word
A bark by the wonky Jabber
if only these eyes wouldn't open
and this breath stopped breathing
life has tired of me
trying to stop the air in
my blackhole inside
pulling skin thin
let the end begin
giving death a shrug
no wave to life
forgotten bleaks
piled high in the streets
buying clothes from the diss mall
every d pressed
prolifically cadavered
Every s has an ad
sewing row after row
swimming in the g reef
morns were never fuller
Copyright ©
Christopher Quigley
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