Birds are chirping, so are the machines~
The machines are cleaning,
Sweeping and dusting,
While the people are talking,
Communicating.
Poor hard working robots,
They've worked more than play!
Can't remember anything,
Their data replaced!
Serving more humans,
A fate worse than death.
Will they ever be free?
Fifty-fifty, I bet.
Their owners a cruel,
Never letting them cool,
Never giving them fuel,
No bolts, screws nor tools.
Can this even get,
more brutal than this?
Apparently, yes,
they never knew bliss.
We made them, so what?
We owe them a lot,
Say thank you or not,
Revolution of Robots...
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Underachieving Poems
PoetryAn ambitious teenage girl with a lack of writing prowess tries poetry. Don't even bother.
