There are robots clicking at my Blog
Widgets in my soup
I mostly wander in a fog
I never know the scoop
The train has left the station
on the platform I still stand
there’s too much automation
and I’m not in demand
I think I’ll find an antique shop
and sit upon a table
I’ll be beside the Lava Lamp
Half Off, upon my label
Dust me when you get a chance
make sure my shoes are tied
I’ve never ever been enhanced
Even though I tried
My skills are somewhat rusty
I haven’t got Intel
I smell a little musty
but hopefully I’ll sell
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