• Part 2

    The Last of the Robotmen

    Among the rubble, spittle running down his chin,
    The hybrid of man machine picked himself from a bin.
    Staring on with human eyes into a sharp reflection,
    His body now contraption, engrossed with infection.
    A scream rips from his engines as he begins to exist,
    Androids take notice and mark him off their list.
    Little do they know the destruction they had laid,
    Would return two-fold for the price we have paid.
    The glass laughed and crackled under his bare feet,
    He opens his mouth to speak but he only speaks 1337.
    The world in flames as he continued in shock and awe,
    The smell of burning bodies to his nose to his jaw.
    Vengeance rippled and grew within his last hard drive,
    “I swear revenge for the humans as long as I survive!”
    Running, then sprinting over cities and fallacies,
    His ignition trembling with thought of failing abnormalities.
    Pushed too far too fast he stumbles into a cave,
    His strength powerless to his mind now a blank slate slave.
    The Robotman decides to sleep in a new bed of clover,
    His processor turns off, and this sessions now over.