Schizoid Robots Poem by Patti Masterman
Schizoid Robots
Schizoid robots are hiding in mops
With long greasy hairstrands that sway and mock
Knotty eyes focused on yellowed wall clocks
As they slide-dance it, across the floor
Their bucket talk scatters the vagrant leaves
Hides muddy footprints, like sleight-of-hand thieves
Their water froths out on the ground like a sieve
When floor water sings, hear how it must roar..
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