Roboto Among Us

I write this as a tale. A tale with no end.
As They walk amongst the living kind.
Breathing the same as the blind.
While the world slowly seeps into the defined declined, of disastrous bo-vine.
There appears to be a man, standing just a shy underlined. He rocks and sways.
As low as the berry bushes. O'carry on with the wind.
See the fin, pass on by, look at those buzzing bees fly.
Past the mountain top, a bit far from the peaks.
I see the porcupine leeks. I run to go hide n seek,
Where all the sheep sheep, bo-beep.
He walks amongst us.
A roboto of our kind,
yet,
he,
is,
o'so,
so, so
blind.

What a blime.



They don't suspect thing.
Not one, or two fings or 3 things.
See those beatles fling shit--
at each other. O'Where out thy Brother?
Did he stutter?
No, but it's sad to see,
a monkey sittin flea.
"pooo-weee, yippy-kaiyee."


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