7 ways of looking at happyrobot (sorry, mr. stevens)
Among twenty upgrown & overblown tropical depressions,
The only moving ornithopter
Was the eye of the happyrobot.
I was of three state lines,
(pony, poop beetle and post-modern drunkard)
In which there are three happyrobots.
The happyrobot whirled in the solstice winds.
It was a small part of the dog years.
A robot and a journal
A tim! and a cootie girl and a happyrobot
I do not know which to prefer,
The beauty of honky cracker
Or the beauty of film and television rights,
The happyrobot whistling
Or just learning to fall.
klutch filled the nutshell kingdom
With road dust.
The elanamatic of the happyrobot
Crossed it, to and fro.
The picture monkey
Traced in the art colony
An indecipherable willhelm.
O sunshine jen, gator country of LA,
Why do you imagine golden river rats?
Do you not see (the way i see it) how the happyrobot
Walks around the feet
Of the wrong squid about you?
(blatantly stolen from "13 ways of looking at a blackbird" by wallace stevens. also, i hope i didn't leave anyone out. also, happy birthday robots - you don't look a day over three!)
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