J DXX

Five hundred twentieth in the tenth line
Comes J DXX

An android created to work in a mine
That's J DXX

Somehow developed a sentient mind
Oh, J DXX

Artificial intelligence, first of its kind
The J DXX

Sent to the scrap yard for being defiant
Poor J DXX

Escaped and decided to be self-reliant
Strong J DXX

He'd become a person, he'd ask for the right
Go, J DXX!

In the end he succeeded, he won his last fight
Mr. Jay Deyeksecs

The End

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