He was a robot that looked like a man.
Did nothing all day, but pick and scan
the bar codes on commodities.
He was bland, so far from the oddities.
Out of the blue, he stole all the cash and ran.
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Impersonating Thoughts
Poetry"If the mind is a tree, poems are windfalls." Just a bunch of visions, daydreams, outbursts, opinions and thoughts squished together in a book of diverse poetry. #9 in poetry - 04.05.2016
