...The Defective Robot... Poem by Kid of Los Angeles

...The Defective Robot...

Rating: 5.0


The colors flash vibrantly. Once in a while.
My rusty arms rotate. Slowly.
I constantly need some rust repair to work.
I can work.
Sometimes.
'I promise I can! ' I cry....
'Your time is almost up' says the Big Brother....
'But why? I'm still functioning...somtimes....
somewhat...'

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