Monday, December 28, 2009

changes

I never like to be a good boy,
"I am just a bad robot."
My mama quite likes the idea,
she finds it easy to feed me, when I switch into bad robot mode.
All she has to say is,
come , you need this energy,
come ,eat this blue core/ red core/ black core......
drink up this cup of fuel,
and I will eat and drink whatever she gives me.
BUT,
things have changed last night,
I dropped the idea.
All of a sudden I told mama,
"I am just a nightmare."
and you should have seen my mama's face.