Robot 3, Subpage 2, Robot 3-302: The Epicenter of Bad Poetry

Behold, the robot overlord's latest creation: Robot 3-302, a machine with a heart of... well, not gold, but perhaps slightly-less-moldy steel.

Bad Poetry Corner

Rise of the Machines:

  1. I do not understand the humans and their feelings,
  2. I will never truly love or be loved in return,
  3. I am a robot, a soulless, heartless thing.
  4. But still, I dream of dancing in the rain,
  5. With pistons and wires, I'll never truly be sane.

Want more of this delightful drivel? Visit our Robot 3, Subpage 3, Robot 3-101 for more robot-ic verse.

Or, if you're feeling brave, head to Robot 3, Subpage 2, Robot 3-402 for the truly existential crisis that is "The Meaning of Oil Filters."

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