Copy Machine, Copie a Machine
Scan the room you faux and halo eye
Borrowing electrons from Earth ore
You can copy this never sample rules
Archie nemisister, I still admire
Your potential to gratify the clones
How many to many robots today sir
From the menu, I won't argue with ink
Your voice is a slightly digital stereotype
In some ways we are similar, intent
I publish literature and you need purpose
I believe your guts, are we related?
$010 for a copy on the olden days
Arteria and Itallica breed occasionally
—Micheal's ode to Epson, circa?
P.S. I win a copy and you win a copy.
I never copied anything except my individuality!
Copyright? Copyleft? The fuselage.
Signed by Michael thanks robot
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