I Am Not a Robot

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I am not a robot.

I am not your huckleberry.

I am not a crook.

I am not, nor have I ever been a member of the Communist Party.

I am not afraid.

I am not your boss.

I am not your momma.

I am not interested.

I am not dead yet.

I am not looking at your ass.

I am not into that.

I am not a cheese Danish.

I am not working for the FBI.

I am not going quietly.

I am not staying after you said a thing like that.

I am not amused.

I am not a monkey.

I’m a doctor not a geologist, Jim.

Okay, maybe I’m not a doctor either, Jim.

I’m a free and gentle flower growing free.

But I am not your slave.

Okay, you know I’ll always be your slave till I’m dead and buried in my grave.

I’m free. I’m free.

I am not the man you knew.

I don’t even know the man you knew.

Who are you again?

Published by mcbruce56

Writer living in the high desert of San Bernardino. Winner of the 2018 Black Orchid Novella Award. Creator of Minerva James and other strange characters.

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