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.