Walt Whitman - My Robot Friend, Miguel Gutiérrez

We wash your clothes but the dirt won’t come out

And no one knows what the hell your all about

Walt Whitman

Walt Whitman

You had cool thoughts of life and all it’s joys

And you had thoughts of hot sex with teenage boys

Walt Whitman

Walt Whitman

And when we sing this song your voice comes out

We sing but it won’t be long before we shout

Walt Whitman

Walt Whitman

What rivers are these

What forests and fruits are these

What persons and cities are here

What myrids of dwellings are they filled with dwellers

What widens within you Walt Whitman (x6)

Walt Whitman

Walt Whitman