Do you know that
french song:
'what the Faque...? '
i am tired of it.
if i am a robot,
and i am indded
a kinda,
i
still have to cross
my legs and put
both or one hand
behind
my head.
i always like that position.
i do not have two heads
to scan for
'a worry about'
or
a
'what the Faque...'s'
song and lyrics.
so, i content to,
or lets put this way,
i have a tendency
to
focus
only, on doing that
robotical
atomical,
and
plutonical 'cross everything'
from birth to eternity.
it works from me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem