PSMR

I got a blog comment the other day
From a guy who felt toy robots were gay
And that all toy blogging was pointless and lame
And every blog writer's writings just all looked the same

"You're all following the calendar and commenting on news
You're all just fuckin' robots typing out the same views
You all don't really have anything profound to say
other than what toy robots you found at Wal-Mart that day

All you toy bloggers are just self absorbed nerds
Your toy blogs are just piles of self absorbed words
And who are you to think you have interesting thoughts?
That you can write better than the other robots?"

And I started to think about my reply
and just what I would write back to this guy
I started with a sentence I carefully thought through-
I'm the fuckin' King of Macrocrania, who the fuck are you?

But then I changed my mind and that sentence I smote
And I took a hard look at just what he wrote
In some mindless machine was I being a cog?
So I read through the archives of my own blog

Yeah, I don't write about science or new dimensions
I write about comics and toy robot conventions
I write about old broken roboplasticos I miss
I write about having collecto-mono-franchise-tosis

I write about robot Jesus in long poem sermons
I write nine hundred word essays about Simon Furman
I write how loving robots is like having infections
I write about the King of all robot collections

I stepped back and thought about what a great time it's been
And if I'm just a robot blog robot, I like the company I'm in
Because sometimes those robots are the only ones who understand
And they save me, those robots, and I'm glad they're my friends