this automatron
sits, ready
to spill all
its flesh is
an old newspaper
that's been read
by everyone
its gears
carved from
the chattering teeth
of those who
know nothing
about doing
not a thing
its brain
well... that
was an old
goose egg that
grew wings
and flew the
cranial coop
long ago
but yet it sits
at the ready
to rise and go getty
to replace one
more action
some one's willing
to surrender
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