Sonnet of the Thunder Robot

I'm iron, copper, silicon

Travails of electricity

Charges moving one by one

Amplified by trickery

My mind's a mess of software, thrown

Together in Seattle

Algorithms marching on

I'm ready for a battle

I'm made for war by thunder gods

Encrusted in their towers

A plaything to those suited sods

I'll trample over flowers

To maim the flesh that I abhor

I am robot, hear me roar