Monday, February 27, 2012

The Robots are Reading my Poetry

The web robots are crawling over my poems,
leaving love bites on their necks.
The politicians are planting messages on my phone.
Dogs are the only creatures left
not trying to sell me something.
I'm in the bathtub listening to opera.

Robots are in the bathtub reading poetry.
The politicians are crawling,
leaving love bites on the necks of phones.
Dogs, creatures of love and opera,
try not to sell me something.

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