Thoughts for a Hopful New Year
Born too early
to have my very own sex robot.
I remain optimistic, that
A.I. will write my poems for me.
Each day I get woken,
then fall asleep by. 9 A.M.
Alexa hates me.
I don’t have a cell phone,
because I like to shout at people
through an open window.
I’m not over-ripe.
just smell that way.
The mean lady next door is ugly,
but I dream of doing her
when I drink too much.
I take melatonin each night,
but am still not privileged or black.
I pray daily for a break,
but God is just having
way too much fun.
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