reaching towards roboto-ness

shows you what a good robot i would make ...

i was called one once again tonight

perhaps my roboto-ness is what make me human
my slightly autistic undercurrent of bonhomie

my unvaried path
my unhurried roll and tilt
my humming to myself
my clucking and my clicking

i will expand out my perception where and when i see fit

under this blue sky, i will give you my guarded autism
a shield against the pain of everyday idiocy
step on all the cracks, none of the bilious whips can touch us