underwater robots have arrived
they mooch down there in the green swirl
they look at you like this
they fasten things and listen
they hear the seaweed's dreamy drift
they process it all, file it away
send it up to the surface
to be looked at
if I was an underwater robot octopus thing
I wouldn't waste my time like that
I would burst up from the deep
I would erupt and march up the beach
grabbing people
running my feelers all over them
checking them out
processing
screaming a bit through my beak
scaring the crap out of everyone
just for wild robot kicks
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