Rejected second verse:
But a thought just occurred to me: maybe
we're both just kind of coincidentally bitter
and becoming wry about it, having grown bored
or dissatisfied with the dulled jangle of worn
nerves and tarnished heartstrings
upon which our respective highly
negative angels harp.
Hm. You know?
If in the future we rely on this
"Please click here to prove you're not a robot"
security protocol, we're probably fucked
in the event of any considerable
robot
uprising.
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