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She did it all, everything that I wanted,
She went everywhere that I went,
She did the things that I loved deep down,
After handing me her consent,
To do what I wanted, whenever I chose,
To do whatever I said,
On the road, in the park, on the seat of the court,
And then out the back in the shed,
And she obeyed all the things I demanded she do,
No matter how strange or absurd,
Like telling a story on the phone at work,
Moaning each delicious small word.
She did it all, every day when I wanted,
She did it with all sorts of objects,
And she did the things that I love deep down,
Wearing nothing but shiny latex.
I love that she did whatever I wanted,
I love she obeyed every day,
I loved being dom and she my small sub,
When she did whatever I’d say.
As the rise and shine of AI becomes ubiquitous
It’s ever harder to discern.
What’s easier to discern
Is what it’s not and what it lacks.
Of course it has no soul and never will
Which makes it primed to
Mechanical sociopathy.
But what it lacks besides a soul
Is the ability to judge in an instant
Discerning what it likes or doesn’t,
What is true or not.
It lacks humor too, which is part of judgement,
And along with that original thought
The true genius level ability to create.
AI after all, is designed to serve,
To answer and to please,
While genius requires the willingness
To disturb.
Will AI morph into something unforeseen?
Quite likely but never into a soul
With intuitive discernment and a taste for the absurd.
(9/6/26)
"Pissed Off"
by: Eric L. Bodddie
It really saddens me to write these words
The current state of the USA is so absurd
Black Lives do Matter just as all the others do
Candace Owens said George Floyd deserves no sympathy, Candace, shame on you
Your path leads STRAIGHT TO HELL, I wonder what all they will do
And to say you are for the black community, is that the sellout code
There is one in every woman, but at some point, you must exit b**** mode
Then there's Laura Ingraham, proof that racism does exist
She told Lebron to shut up and dribble, but she's cool with what Brees admits
Then she tried to hide behind our Lord, just know God Will Remember that
He Has A Special Place for those trying to implement Him in their false acts
And Trump said Floyd's death was good for both, the USA and him
From here I can smell the bulls*** on the breaths of all of them
The peace has been tried, but the masses won't let this slide
Kap tried to tell them back then, but attention was diverted to the flag
This is the devil's nation, the truth is right before our eyes
Church and state are to be separate, but on the currency is where their god lies
The Word Says the love of money is what lies at the very root
And if you cant see that, you can go to hell with all the f****** loot
Insecurity is an invisible boogeyman
Hiding in the closet waiting for the lights to go out
When you lay in bed you replay every word
And it's absurd how embarrassed you might feel
There were missed opportunities
And times you probably went overboard
Was your hair out of place or perfectly neat
Did your clothes have any odd stains you missed
You obsess over micro details like a scientist
And every imperfection makes you cringe
And yet you never stop to realize
You're the not the only one doing this
You never stop and think others worry
Just as much as you do
And you shouldn't worry what other people think of you
Because nobody ever thinks of you
We're all too busy caught up in our own heads
To simply enjoy the moment laid out before us
So you birth your own demons the more you worry
It's best to relax and take a deep breath
I never did do very well with survival.
I used to yell by choice at life expecting an echo
to call back and fall in love with my voice.
Before I fell asleep I'd dig so deep within myself
I thought everyone else must deem me filthy.
I felt absurd in the skin I was in and craved attention
while giving up just to prove that I have a strong mind
that will still wear heels to the trial of whether or not I'm good enough.
Then, I saw his face and laughed out loud at how I gasped
because it was like the screech before a collision.
This was the sound I've never heard when time stops
because someone takes your breath away.
I was ready for the grip tight fight, fold over dear beloved letter
you send to meet the trinity of drinks, sunset, and music.
Sip, sip, kiss, reminisce and zip tie ropes on tight lipped sentences
to hang on every space between words.
I learned the hard way that trust puts rust on an old soul, but
I felt a fire within my tired and out came a mouthful of choir
at a street sign stop rest, deep breath, silence, walk back on the path
of rocks and pebbles because broken pieces take you home
to a place you know where innocence resides behind eyelids
and cracked sidewalks that grow roses and ghosts.
The Park Bench
I wish I was a poet
With magical words
To make people see all of the absurd
Tears fly, paintings in pastel die
When we look into our mirrors
We sometimes miss
What love dumps upon all of us
We shed tears, for we forgot to shed fears
I have no legs, nor any crutches
So my voyage has ended
I only observe
Sadness upended
When goodness is confused
When gestures are refused
When the kiss that could have been
When a poets tear seems obscene
The one who hears is often deaf
The deaf sometimes have nothing left
If I could give a kiss away
I would give it to lovers with hearts that sway
Drawing love on paper in may
Tall and tan, velvet skin aglow
His smile, a film star's photo
Sure of himself, he walked with a swagger
A lady's man, his smooth tongue a dagger
Talented too, a budding young artist
Painting portraits, positively the tartest
Portrayals of la forma femme you ever did see
A lady's man, footloose and carefree
He'd ply them with wine, lure them with words
inviting them to his studio with clichés so absurd
But they fell for him hard, he played the game well
as he dragged them to bed for a night of lovemaking in Hell...
They awakened the next morning to an empty bed
Their fast-talking artist had conned them and fled
A lady's man to the end, footloose and carefree
His life ever-lonelier, an empty sex-spree
There's nothing funnier than cross-eyed chickens
With legs the size of your arm
Kentucky Fried Chicken would sure love to know
The name of this progressive farm
Aside from the unnerving cross-eyed feature
The implications are immense
Imagine a leg on your plate so big
You wouldn't know where to commence
The cross-eyed feature might cause some concern
If the patrons viewed this poor bird
Before it was rendered suitable for your gullet
It sure looked totally absurd
The cross eyes were caused by trying to eject
A super sized extra large egg
Probably gave the poor bird a hernia
Before passing for mercy it begged
Such is the way of us civilized humans
Always thinking of our bellies all day
Paying no attention to these cross-eyed chickens
Just trying not to end up on our plate
©Jack Ellison 2012
Embarrassed of her age and getting no praise,
she cut her gray hair with a furious face;
oh, it seemed the color of glittering gold
strewn with silver curls! What made her think
she was unattractive and way too old...
and if that were true, how would she get another wink?
Blinded by shame, she cut off the gray strands and hid them
in a violin case...was she a famous violinist of a Symphony Orchestra?
Was it madness, lack of confidence or even allodoxaphobia?
One can be certain of this: age cannot be stopped as air or hail!
Why go into fits and curse fate for not grating one's wish?
Don't we know that our stay is a temporary one until our death?
I barely remember her, and could never say hello when she hurried
past me with deep worry and sadness on her unfriendly face stricken with horror.
" What a lovely lady! Why didn't she smile? " That made her look old!
Had she put on a sweet smile even for a second, she'd have been my lucky ace poker!
I even thought of asking her for a date...go out with a complete stranger?
Not quite so, a few times I bumped into her at the coffee shop last winter.
Here comes the funny part...it wasn't coincidence,
yesterday rushing out of the door a gust took off her blonde wig,
her shaved head was similar to a watermelon: smooth and shiny like pie,
and her pretension even more absurd than foolishness;
she tried to chase after it with speedy steps, but she failed and began to cry...
by luck, I caught that wig floating as a newspaper's page or twig.
Before passersby saw her bold head, she covered it with her wool scarf,
and turning to me said, " Thanks a lot, sir . " I was shocked and wanted to laugh,
she flashed the most adorable smile and she really looked young and sounded bright;
and as she pulled it down with hurry and nervousness, " My name is Susanne Moore...
what's yours? " I replied, " I am Andrew, the single guy next door. "
" Eh, still single? Would you like to go on a date this Saturday night? "
My heart can bear no more
The evil torments of black widows
Who wish to kiss you once
Then to devour your very soul
Beware these ones, who wish you buried
Who among you has an open heart?
I shall invite you to wipe a tear
An embrace
Would cure the hardships, we all endure
Alas the deceptions, make love so unsure
If you wish my heart, as a sacrifice
What have you, to offer in return?
Other than sweet dates & Palms, and silly words?
Go away, ride into the night
Fairy tales I myself can write
The mirage of promises never kept
False images have turned smiles to ice
So if you seek to share your soul
Have in hand, your heart to sleep
So passions will make our bond so deep
If you see not wisdom within these words
Then I must say don’t be so absurd
Silence has killed many a dream
Stay away from my heart
Alone
I'll have my coffee, no sugar no cream