We are all robots

I’m a robot every second

because the time broke my heart.

Every year I’m a robot,

I’m a single piece of steel

and nothingness, shaped

by the force of will: stoned

because my single tongue is oil.

I’m a robot, as you are, single, lonely,

traveled on rocks and fountains of money.

I’m a robot, whispering the sound of machine

the machine gun that spills any kind of

shame, any kind of tears, oiled by sinking

troubled worried pieces of iron. And we are

robots, all we, but our subject is steal

we deserve more sex and more kisses

but we are all robots, making the sound

of postmodernity single ballad arise.

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