The cyborg policeman,
Crackles through the android guards.
This ends the cock fights. Thus ends the mock fights.
Police storm in with guns alight;
Our watch now blown apart;
Their electric limbs and human minds
A match for our weakling guards.
(My guards are just a model 2,
- they run like a snail on Speed! -
Why did I trust that robo-fool
That these were all I'd need? )
But with my new-bought jet-pak feet,
Escape - ascend - remove!
This battle fought; I admit defeat;
And not a cent of loot!
Ending one : Ending two :
Outlawed, I know, in sheer disgust, And then I shoot with my phaser gun,
My games have been declared: At the police planes in their swarms,
Cockerels sewn with metal studs Ah yes, in truth, its a lot of fun,
Are a shame without compare. To play games in the V.R. dorms.
Greg Baker 29.10.93
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