The Robot Read Count : 17

Category : Poems

Sub Category : N/A
WHAT are you,
doing there?

And, 
WHAT kind of clothes, 
do you wear?

Or... 
do you make savings?

WHAT kind of man are you,
actually?

Questions, 
attentions,
of some walkers, 
cyclists. 
You are so special, 
made of iron. 
looking at all passers-by.
Staring into nothing!

You seem to be, 
a doorman, 
strong and big.

But.... 
You shall never dig, 
in other people's
business. 

Fortunately happy...... 
Yes, I forgot,
you are just, 
an iron robot! 

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