I am a bot
Never forgot
But I can't remember
The Programmer
Coding my plot

There is a space named gargle
Where mucous bots finagle
With snotty disdain
Of natural brain
Artificially animals hornswoggle

Jack Benny
Ernie Kovacks
And Fulton J. Sheen

Distilled
Into Percy’s
Dove
Tonsils

Become
A formidable
Face
Once 

Released
Into space
Where
While forgotten

They 
Resurrected
Newly
But traditional

The anesthesiologist
And the undertaker
One a biologist
The other a necrologist

Both view
The ends
But one can renew
While the other sends

The soul
Into eternity
Which goal
Is reality’s indemnity

A peeled grape
Is the same
No escape
From the game

Bearing skin
Maybe red
Let’s begin
When dead

For somehow
Life extends
To grow
But depends

A white grape
Holds fame
A landscape
Lacking blame

Truth however
Knows rest
Never
Drops the quest

So the grape
Ages just fine
Behind a drape
To become wine

I asked  
Can you 
Do a polka 

She danced 
With many a pole 
My question 

Seemed fabricated
But her reply 
Sewed it all up 

Seam’s what 
I stitch best 
My beautiful bullock 

Why genuflect 
To the digital
Disrespect 
The original

So robotic
To forget
The biotic
Never regret

Lacking chips
Just wagging of
Artificial lips
Digital love

Genes might rot
Or in life be fooled
They never forgot
Love ruled

The catbirds
Are brave
The cats
They stave

The robins
Are worse
Simply with spins
Cats disperse

But ants
By June are slow
Bird rants
Sweep bellow

They feed so well
Even the cat
Can tell 
To leave it at that

A Zuni
Trickster
Dances
On my 
Kitchen 
Table

I’m loony
Hipster
Romances
I cry
Itchen’
Unstable

Some puny
Answer
Prances
I try
Wicken
Fable

John Barleycorn
Joined
The
Kielbasy posse

An investment
Whilst
Invisible
Saved London’s skies

Who knows
How
East joining west
Can agression arrest