All A Draff

All a draff 
   a draft
     raking thru 
 the dregs 
     adrift 
          adrift  

I am not a robot 
  Motorcycles 
     Traffic Lights
 Buses Adrift 
     No schedule 
     No route map 

To the Dark 
  Sidereal 
      I am not 
 Art I Fish All 
and dreg up 
cups bottom 

Cross Walks 
     To & fro 
  each cross 
its own horizon 
   where the sky 
meets the water 

geometric requirements 
  Social Skills 
(any skills 
for that matter)  
   Marriage Classes 
     Reading Glasses 

I had a friend 
  Who had a friend 
     I did 
 befriend 
But that's not how 
   I then met you 

They were discussing 
Punctuation & 
Grammar by which 
They meant 
To say nothing of 
The Endgame 

Which caused me 
To think of you 
Your dust at sea 
All along the edge
Where things fall 
Off the way things go

and pile up 
  one thing 
    on top of 
      another 
akimbo 
  a draff 
    
adrift 
 nimble-fingered 
   tho rathe 
rather nippy 
nimble 
masterly 

Anyway we 
We were talking 
About what 
Hard to know 
A flow 
Of pics & tics 

That's not true 
What I sd earlier 
When I sd I am 
Not "a machine resembling
a human being and able 
to replicate certain human 
movements and functions 
automatically.

'the robot closed the door behind us'"

I am a robot 
Forced to crawl 
Adrift across 
Back and forth 
Sweeping up 
After you

Pic after pic 
Falling
Failing
Fishing
Adrift 
A draff draft

A daff 
Salt water 
Taffy
"she told me that my music 
was perfectly wonderful, 
and taffy like that"

"according to R.U.R. management 
the robots 
do not 'like'anything."
Are you are
or Are you not 
a robot 

I'm not now 
Sure 
But years 
Have pissed 
And still 
I'm here a bit 

But true a 
Drift a draft 
Replaceable 
In War with the Nerds
Dork and Dweeb 
Figure prominently 

Dwork wants
To go Rome 
Deeb reminds 
They don't have 
Stars on their
DL's

Here a bit 
There a bot 
Everywhere 
A bit bot 
To boot 
To turn up 

A turnip 
In yr pocket 
Proves yr not 
A total android 
A mess on some 
Scientist's bench

Turn on 
Tune in 
Drop out 
"During his last decade, Leary proclaimed the 'PC is the LSD of the 1990s' and re-worked the phrase into 'turn on, boot up, jack in' to suggest joining the cyberdelic counterculture."

Drift on 
Draft in 
Draff out
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