a brief history of writing
I once ordered my pencil
“Write me a poem”
My eraser is missing
And I’m all alone
The pencils were kept
in a box made of leather
a major step up
from the days of the feather
then came the ink pen
with blotters and blobs
pocket protectors
for multi-pen snobs
next was the ball point
so smooth and so slick
to calm school day angst
with their click-click-click-click
now it would seem
we have no time to waste
no need to write it
just quick cut and paste
we can now write a treatise
while resting in bed
alerting AI
to steal from the dead
and if it reads badly
somehow sadly insipid
our main line of defense
AI stole it from ibid
Copyright © John Lawless | Year Posted 2024
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