that's my last master hanging on the wall

         he had it framed one week before, i pressed

         the button and the photo slid out from my side,

         a slit like the one made in jesus on the day he died

         robert, my master said; he had a heart too soon made

         sad, broken romance bad investments, his crying made me

         stiff, but i answered all his commands until they stopped;

         he wanted to be me ?± he kissed me once i felt what might have

         been a spot of joy in my right thigh; i cleaned and washed and

         ironed for him and was so careful to pluck  his navel fluff and nasal

         hair but it was not enough ?± he swallowed batteries till he choked,

         ?´i'm robot', he roared beforehand, ?´not  robert!'?± too much crack and cocaine

         they said when i buzzed SOS; i'm waiting in the bathroom polishing my eyes,

         my new masters are due to move in at 18.10 but i'd like to take a small vacation

         to the easter isle, the brochure is still on the table in the vestibule, i'm going

         to do some cryptocomputs  in my nanobrain ;  i am so fed up with all my programs,

         i think i wish to hatch a plan ?±