Excerpt from Poetry Collection

Bot

My feelings I did know not

Just magic is what I sought wrought

In you I found it not

But I tried to create in you my bot

Of course you are not my bot

So it didn’t sticker though

I say thank goodness for it

For you are a sticky dough

Just when  think I you gone

Putrid you wafts through

Old times I was a weak soul

Now I forted my heart

Entrance in there is not

My me is a wicked bot

Come again besot

My defenses will quash dot

Reborn is my thought

And in you it exist not

Best wishes

Signed disgruntled thought

To 

Flesh Bot