Robots are together.

ROBOTS

These are robots
And these robots are together
These robots are probably coming from a dance
With other robots
And they were moving their arms
Their dials were most likely set to nothing
And the time moved on
Their legs never rust
And their faces are fixed
Before they were in the forest
They were probably in a bar
Drinking and laughing
And they’ll be drinking and laughing
In a bar forever
The robots are metal
And probably have metal hearts
These robots are male and female
And they’re together
As an item or as kin
Or as like-minded strangers
One might be concerned
And the other might be sighing
They’re both in the brambles of a jungle

Their car broke down
They are arguing because they are robots
The robots were probably coming from a dance
At a bar
Where they drank and laughed
The robots probably crashed
Being that they came from a bar
Laughing and dancing and drinking
The female is concerned
And the robots are in the bramble

These are robots
Their eyes are holes
There are two of them
And they are walking together
One is pivoting its body
Perhaps it’s going to look at the other
Perhaps it’s going to complain
Perhaps it’s moving; there’s an obstacle
Perhaps it’s sad
Their antennas are crisscrossed
Their signals are skewed
One is concerned
They’re dials are not synchronized
One is concerned
They are robots
And they are made out of scrap.