Evil Robot

You think I’m crazy,
maybe I’m not,
maybe it was my evil robot.
Yes, he was programmed to do the deed,
he’s filled with spite
he’s filled with greed.
Greed to succeed,
to make me lead.
I programmed him I do confess,
he will do like all the rest.
Take over my plan that I do best.
controlling minds of humans
for I’ve experimented and I did test.
I will reign once again,
in this realm of fairy land.

Written by Christina Sunrise on September 12,2011
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poem by Christina Sunrise
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