by rotating thus
: sit up, turn head, lay down, turn head
, roll over, sit up
, however there is no joy in it
just backward paralysis
. A prolonged mirthlessness
assures the hapless robomonkys
indefinite longevity in the primate sector
. Once established
hybrid fingerlings, the monkys
most profound tool
, expire hard
tending to wire grubs
who mow their bristles
. Nuance is calculated in blathery
= as both sides of the equation
explain a random monkey awareness
; we know they exist, but as formless
. Ingrained via mitochondrial implants
the robomonky's improved
reducing-dizzy-technique
gives them a scientific edge
over pseudo masters
. They know bacon
and powdered pastries
sludge the manifold percolator
whereas a well greased monky-cog
goes
and goes on
and on
anon
.
Grinding, the monky's
now defunct of
paralyzing infirmity
--ply the wares
selling illusions
illustrial collusion
fore-brained ideas
. So we bite
orthodontic overbite
with robomonky results
and the fruition equation
desultory in a fashion
by inhuman standards
enslaves
and controls
and we grind
the gears
so robomonky's clap
and cymbalism
resounds.
5 comments:
clang clag clang.
those little wind up monkeys are crepy you know.
Oh, man...
Your commentary is far more enjoyable (and effective, if understood... hah!) than most.
There's an instance of "monkey" in the middle of the poem. Should that be "monky?" Jus' aksin.'
I want a copy of this art :)!
Tending to wire grubs who mow their bristles..
Grinding, the monky's
now defunct of
paralyzing infirmity
--ply the wares
selling illusions
illustrial collusion
fore-brained ideas
How in the world do you think of this stuff? I wish I had half the creative mind you do! Honestly, Tom.
I'd rather have a robomonkey than a real one! Bit scared of monkeys actually.
Brian's right; those things are still creepy.
Dunno if they're wirey but my yard is full of grubs!
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