robots, bacon, and snark

What once seemed lacking,
Met tempered expectations.
Arrived all the same.

We've all but lost touch.
How do we stick together?
Small drifts become waves.

Cartesian motion,
Many maps and many paths.
Joints still take the wheel

A doctor once said,
You clearly don't half-ass things.
Your arm's broke as shit

FDM ogres,
Have layers much like onions.
More donkey than Shrek