John Lawless Poet Rhyme

Ai My I

Right after lunch
I had a hunch
I’ll place some words
Into a bunch

Using rhymes
Both far and near
In whispered voices
None can hear

I’d weave them thru
Harsh sand and silt
Publish them
In mockish guilt

A subtle tear
Of onion skin
I cried once
I won’t again

The words now do
A conga dance
Some with – and without
Wearing pants

The muse is drinking
Silly sot
Upstaged by Jerden’s
Poet bot

Alas the warriors
Long past
Aren’t here to kick
It’s AI A..

John G. Lawless
©2/6/2023

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Gershon Wolf February 7, 2023 at 6:35 PM Soon AI will do all our thinking for us -- and perhaps the world will be a better place for it. John Lawless February 8, 2023 at 4:59 AM And on another front....AI HAS REPLACED SEX...you figure it out