Organic Robots Poem by John Paul Butler

Organic Robots



Nothing between the ears
Empty chest
The right to bare arms

They're a waist of space
False bottomed
And with hollow legs

Reproductive mechanisms
Unfortunately
Are in no way barren

Organic robots
Built by other flesh machines
To serve the system

Not one of them has ever
Even been near
To a near life experience

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