Give me the phone
He didn’t squeal yet
It has the feel of a set up
The Pink Pig
Where the deal’s goin’ down
Gimme might talk
Or he might have flown the coop
He ain’t dim He might be transparent
Have him run a little errand
A Loop de loop
Gimme might talk
Stick an apple in his mouth
He gonna roast
Would blink multi colored lights
And scream
At any baffling moment
At any passing
Stream
Of thought not
Previously
Fed into
The robot
It looked alert
Solid
Clunky in the corner
Of the room
But could be offended
Any time
Like a drama queen
With a
Whirring
Clanking
And shooting out
Of steam