TreatiseofROBOTLINESpoem

TreatiseofROBOTLINESpoem

first a message from charlax sponser

 The smell is somewhere south of terpentime and north of Omaha, on the timeline heading west just east of where it was once. When eye began to write RobotLines the poem eye decided to dispense with the normal modus operandi. Eye did not try to make a shape poem this is not supposed to look like a robot to eye. But as unto a short choppy syntax to emulate the lines. Marching lines like Army men. The idea is to stimulate the women who love me. She knoes who she is. The lines of men were marching off too war too eat too robot by the score they line them up to embark upon them buses and they take away them radios unless they are going to a firefight then they let them play them loud nothing really matters much inside a duffle bagged. Lines is what eye wrote lines like robot lines. Eye hope this clears them up. Thank you all for reading this and liking this on facebook. Wait the butcher the baker the undertaker. EYE am the candlestick maker.