Wednesday, June 4, 2014

Robot

I'm not from outer space
But I don't come from this planet
Every single thing I want
It's like I've gotta have it
I will swallow the earth
Like a giant from a novel
You'll have to build a machine
With more power in the throttle
The ocean waves that crash
Are like puddles on the pavement
Your firepower like pebbles
That cause my enragement
There's no hope for you humans
As you fight amongst peers
You're too busy not agreeing
To see me shifting gears
I've set my phasers to kill
And my fans on high
Who will be the first to run?
And who will be the first to die?

Copyright 2014 © Stephen Gedney

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