Flip Flop Robot Poem by John Fenton Mcleish

Looks to me like king bravehearts been brainwashed
The swamp has turned him into a robot
His individuality been crushed
For his old self he is certainly not

He speaks like a monotonic zombie
What are they feeding him down at that house
Teleprompter free I doubt he will be
Overnight he turns from lion to mouse

Maybe a prefrontal lobotomy
To make sure he doesn't get out of line
A wee rat from the laboratory
Seems to be more aware of space and time

Instead of the swamp they did drain his brain
For the man I do see is not the same
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