I woke up with
metal wheels at every joint,
pipe bones to clang on the bedstead,
a metal bucket head and boots,
left hand lost and gentle pincers as a substitute,
a scoop for the right, and a tick-tock heart.
I never imagined a fresh new
start would involve real spark plugs,
but better this bot
than a bug.
Hey, I should download that book...
2 comments:
I enjoyed this. It's like if Tom Waits from the future (after the robot apocalypse) wrote a little song about Kafka.
Thanks. :) That's a pretty much perfect analysis.
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