Monday, September 27, 2010

An ACTION PACKED Poem About The Time I Dreamt I Was Robocop

One time I dreamt I was Robocop
And I got shot at quite a lot.

My gun spoke twice and it shouted lead
Crooks in my way were bathed in red.

It didn't hurt when I took a fall
I could crush some skulls and smash through walls.

It kind of sucked, being cold and alone
Cyborgs ain't got a robo-bone.

But I kept folks safe when I hit the street
So overall it was pretty sweet.

P.S.  Your move, creep.

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