Robot No. 3597

It’s a meaningful homily
That only the dead could hear
The only one out there that is actually

“True,” she said, though it was all a lie
She needn’t know any truths
‘till her turn should

Come one come all
To the biggest dispute, please
Tell me who is real and who is made

Up he went and into the real world
His opinions were theirs and so was his mind
Mind you, so is yours, but do you not

See? It was never the same
We always wish to believe
But dear, that too is to

Blame me, blame you
For a difference
There is

None to soon, and never too late
An army of eyes
Keeping us all in identical

Lines