Witbot and Hatebot
an excerpt

Witbot. How pompous.
Automatic dispenser
Of pithy phrases.

She would deflate him.
He would fall before her words
Like freshly mown grass.

Like irritating,
Allergen-spewing cheat grass.
She would mow him down.

Such resolutions
Are easy to make idly.
This was not idle.

Hatebot had a plan.
Meticulously crafted.
Diabolical.

Well, not that complex.
It was mostly loud yelling
Of very rude things.

But what Hatebot lacked
In subtlety and in guile,
She made up for. How?

In volume, mostly.
In sarcasm, sharp insight,
And sheer doggedness.