Tuesday, April 8, 2025

Flash Fiction 50. Happy Birthday Copy Machine.

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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