Black Poetry : The Death Of Marty the robot

[Mario William vitale]

there are many reasons...
solve the puzzle
R.I.P "Marty"
temper tantrum
he is caught off guard
Venus Beach frisbee way out of reach;
my heart as to remove the proper skill
we need each friend to find the robot;
reaching into dream relax,
an attempt to be brought all to theme condition
The Death of the robot Marty
Hey..hey get out of the way
he was shot in the head
there was reason to copy the things in my head
buried beneath a cabbage leaf
peal out of the blank page being cause to react
learn to check your precious steps
he crossed the ancient nearby smile,
learn to handle to the trip marked forever

The Death Of Marty the robot
that day they took Marty in the back room,
shelter lies dormant onto its beckoning
long for better days being caught off guard
that was the last day I seen it
that is the robot without the basics,
roaming the aisles,
we all know what or wear the stand
simple things beneath the squeeky wheel
trust in the culture...paint te fence...trust in its scroll
before the crash that was given the same treatment
He was knocked off its mechanical proverbial blast...
everyday we are being forced to snuggle with wires to boot
my eyes have see the glory
back from the dead