Taking down
the steps of hate
riding on the 
zodiac of love
I went to places
no sea
could possibly
turn the tide
but still I won
and got flowers
and certficates
and love
but at the 
coffee shop
the robots
said
dream on human
you can not produce
the most
simple latte


So I walk the streets
and the robo cops
come out to make
sure I got no
resistance
to the new
order
where we
eat solyent
green because
some part of the first
class
still consider
war crimes
to be criminal