Robot Revolution
The hum and drum of the robot workers hums and drums.
It numbs and comes and never goes
and never slows
and slowly grows.
Strung from the rungs of the factory's tongues,
whose grateful lungs
breathe none of the scum from the robot slum,
and the unsung robots
hum and drum
and bumble on.
Succumbed to this wasteful, slack and sloppy
lousy way of lazy working,
glum as robots can become,
'Til one young robot says to another,
"beep boop beep boop"
and the robot revolution has begun.
The End
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I was thinking this could go on, if anyone feels like adding :) I imagine the robots will now set out trying to make the world more efficient, obviously at the tragic expense of the entire human race... 3 PARTICIPANTS IN THIS POEM
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was posted on Mar 18, 2011 by
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