from eyes mechanical are silent tears
revolving slowly from great clock work orange
there beats the diesel fuel of all lifes fears
composed between anti virus storage.
these whispering wheels of spair parts porridge
disappearing, festering, reapears
the castle carnival of lifes spent carnage
still shows in the hue of its fresh varnish.
serving its purpose I robot. Compute
over loaded by human mech-wisdom
no base number to multiply or prism
all situations clearly convalute
"why do thoughts with essence re root
instead of falling with a parachute?
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