Gray Squirrel Poet Rhyme

Technically Right OR Wrong

Technically Right OR Wrong

Mega-Techa-Zilla Took To
Battling AI-Killer-Kong…
Odds For Choosing A Winner
Are Proving Either Choice Is Wrong.

I Usually End It There, 
But Ballads Turn To Song…
My Ears Are Ringing
From The Fight
Persisting Far Too Long.

Photons State No Rules
For Rights… No Raving
Rituals Soothe It's Nights…
In Conscience Wrung
A Sung-Un-Sung Recovering
From That Mu-Tight-Might…

Returning Leagues To Legions!
At The Furious Speed 
Of Light.

-Gray Squirrel

07-17-2025

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Brandy Nicole July 17, 2025 at 6:53 PM Winner, winner chicken dinner ! Oh, we're talking about something else. :) Correct or not, it's cute. Brandy Nicole July 20, 2025 at 4:53 PM Your comment brings a smile. :) Thank you for that. Gray Squirrel July 20, 2025 at 11:19 AM I Make It A Practice To Not Eat Birds... Bawk! Bawk! Poor Little Seed-Peckers... lol... but I know that was meant as a friendly compliment... Thanks! My poem likes being cute... as for the rest, no, I don't know... maybe some social interpersonal Poetry Soup issue I prefer keeping shy from, but, A-Muse-Ment is Everywhere! Thanks Again!