Young and energetic to the core;
Social order he tried to restore.
Having seen many like him before,
On his face people shut the door,
Thinking that he was such a bore.
Mere preaching people abhor.
Artless tasteless full of lies, is why abhor poetry by AI.
Robotic lines usurp those who don't cheat,
I write my own poetry!
human poetry full of heart and warmth~ AI frigid and sterile
pert main-frame purrs proudly but ponders not, poor poet does the painful part
Altho' 'tis something
any sane man would disdain,
should abstain from and abhor,
there are those I condemn
who choose
to cry, 'Mayhem!'
and let loose the dogs of war.
Meanwhile,
no need to think twice,
I prefer a 'purr',
to play nice and release,
tho' they may be old hat,
the pussy-cats of peace.
There aren’t many things I utterly abhor,
Seems a waste to concentrate on dross
I do cringe when I look at an unsightly sore.
Forced to spend time with a churlish boor
I will always consider an unfortunate loss,
There aren’t many things I utterly abhor.
Observing a child spoiled rotten to the core
Whose parents have not taught who’s boss
I do cringe when I look at an unsightly sore.
The expulsion in public of a gaseous vapor
Makes some folks grin, but makes me cross
There aren’t many things I utterly abhor.
I don’t really enjoy a movie I’ve seen before,
Seeing my shirt on which I’ve dropped sauce
I do cringe when I look at an unsightly sore.
Giving it thought, I could come up with more
Like running out of thread when I need to floss
There aren’t many things I utterly abhor,
I do cringe when I look at an unsightly sore.
Written October 22, 2022
Of the things we abhor
We should not add a whore.
You can one give a store
To build with a strength raw
And - Yes - urge to make core
A trade which cleans The Sore:
The world show A New Floor
On which no trash she'll pour:
New space, new floor, New Door...
Of the things whores abhor
They should eschew labor:
Commerce not think A Bore,
Idleness not harbour.
Abhor
Arrogance and ego, tit for tat
Let’s see right where the heart is at
Shame on me or shame on you
Do as I say and not as I do
Calling names, sticks and stones
Is it ever ok to crack some bones?
Wounding intentions are felt by all
Lip service enhance an imminent fall
The complex of a petty man
They’ll crush your will because they can
Three fingers point right back at thee
Silent assassins, you’ll always be
That painted box is getting weak
So many silently stand and speak
Pride is seen and felt once more
to a righteous rant I just abhor
5/2/2021
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