There’s a sparkle in the distance,
and it shines like stainless steel,
we all wait here in hiding,
wishing we never invented the wheel.
He glides across the landscape,
with his laser eyes of death,
there is nothing that can stop him,
don’t bother to hold your breath.
Seek out and destroy,
this form called human being,
for they are such fumbling fools,
blind in the fact they are seeing.
He approaches with such verve,
there is no place to hide,
as he cuts it all in half,
and tears it all open wide.
Eyes that cut of laser,
bring us all down to our knees,
It’s Robot Man C-nine
I wonder what he sees?
Author notes
Robot Man C-nine is a series of 51 poems, this is # 52
A contest entry
- Does the future scare you ? by Cup-a-Joe.
500 points, ended August 26, 2008, 6 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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