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It is the year 2555,
Robots find my skull,
"This bonehead dull,
What a ball, a null"

They are intelligently
Artificial even in fun
One peers inside an eye socket
Another wears it like a helmet

They shake it up and down
down and up, side by side
Stomping around choreographed
Chanting placing a little hat

The skull looks like a scarecrow 
They will scare no crow with that
Too much reverence is shown
to the skull wearing the hat

Other robots bend down
Around the skull like crop circles
One places inside a skull LED 
It glows bright under the hat

What could it be?
Beats me!
This ritual
Maybe...

Artificial religion?
I try to think
Alas, in vain
null brain.
why who

the world's shortest poem is a dot
. but, only and only if it is not