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Copperman ~ Collaborative Poetical Works

Three poems, jointly created by Copperman and Tooly of The Flipside.

Virtual Confusion | His Fathers Image | A Robot Wrote this Poem


A Robot Wrote this Poem

Rough concrete in downtown Knoxville
I can buy cigarettes and watch the pills

A heart throbbing against the world. I exist. I bleed, be evil.
A virtual mortuary slab. I am a memory
They doubt my skills and fists of I.
My name is thrown away.

Curled himself into word long strings,
so he just lacks intelligence. Which you love.

Become jaded sign-holders fighting an off-colour comment
made to teach you why your engine needs fine tuning.
The flagging of the followers
amongst human-beings.
Needs in reverse? .Try public viewing.

Most are far worse than slamming stuff in my tracks.
My whole life turned into champions.

Outfits from the gaping wound of different tones escalated to our existence?
Is my head on the boards and syndicates of the director.
You believe that you mean caveman style.
A never ending search for a free meal.

Usually the rise of knowledge in mind, I still want something to get cleaned.
Ours is an active lifestyle. It might be true. I doubt it.


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