We are robots with paintings instead of screens.
We tap rythmically our foot when the rest drills for profit.
I am a robot that doesn’t like robots.
That gets tangled in circuits and loses its keys.
I will not be updated.
I will not be outdated.
I like orange better than steel.
I cannot like anything, or so I believe.
And if you’d come and ask me.
I’d lay my bits, forever erased.
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