So I talk to
Robots
Like saints
Talk to God
Neither loudly
But aloud
And soundly
So I trod
With paints
To mark memorial slots
In an eternal grotto
So such robot
Offers critiques
And I know not
Of these freaks
Dominatingly
My hominin cheeks
Become ugly
So I listen to
Robots
With taints
Why not so?
So I Talk to Robots
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