Friday, February 13, 2015

mmcccxxi

I see myself
sabotaging my
self as if for
ever away.

Long hold
these truths:
none sane nor
sweller.  I, gays,

a bunch of fell-
ers, arose, sag,
mid-heap.  A
sage rose,

clearly no bone,
us.  A glob of
pods, I sieze
and seize.

NO BOTS
IS BET
TER THAN
ROBOTS.