If I Were a Giant Robot, I'd Burn This Whole Fucker to the Ground.

Why?

Why the hell not?

If I were a giant robot, I'd stomp cars and buildings, bridges and parks.

Indiscriminately.

I'd have flame throwing arm attachments and I would set fire to the world.

But I would be made of metal.

Great, fireproof, metal and I would not burn.

I would stand in the cinders.

Stare down at the ashes.

And laugh.

Laugh at the chaos.

Laugh at the panic.

Laugh at the re-birth of whatever survives.

All debts erased.

All polo shirts, all skiing trips

All homes, all jobs, all comfort.

Gone.

"What do you have now?" I would bellow through the land.

"Survival! Life!" I would answer.

And when the world started surviving,

I would lay my gigantic body beside mountains, and sleep.

Let the world reclaim me. Cover me in dust and trees.

I'd destroy the world beautiful.