Short Copier Poems
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POTUS aide Natalie Harp:
don't know much about her, but she sure dresses sharp!
The press calls her the "human printer",
but will she have to carry that copier all through the winter?
23% of all photocopiers that malfunction worldwide
Is caused by people sitting on them, taking shots of their hide
Yep! Photocopying their bums
That's hilarious, what fun
When I showed co-workers, their reaction was undignified
Twenty-three percent of all photocopier's malfunctions worldwide
Are caused by people sitting on them and taking a shot of their hide
Yep! Photocopying their bums
That's hilarious, oh what fun
When I showed my co-workers, their reaction was undignified
Xerox copier sounds raise my eyebrows
wondering if he’s photographing unclad organs
like another time?
Beware zealous dismay from your justifiably
Quickly vacating nervy, kinky gentlemen!
written November 5, 2021
for "Alphabet Soup" poetry contest
sponsored by William Kekaula
Open the door
I'll fly
I cannot read anymore
Your school room
full of scholars
but, I'm doom
I'm the copier
follow your mind
as the blind
Stick in my hand
to grope
the gone band
I'm wrong
my pen
venomous ants song
In the queue
I, the third twin kitten
lucky juice wait as the next due
-Sunday, June 16, 2019 Chattogram
A human writer needs,
to think and many times rewrite their work.
We put our heart,
creativity and imagination into each piece we write.
AI has stolen,
the creativity and imagination from writers.
The human writer is the true creator,
creator from their human heart.
AI is the great copier,
because they have No heart to write with.
I write for the reader,
I am a human poet all the way.
"AI has stolen my words and my imagination. As a human writer, I write from my heart. AI can not steal my heart. AI is the great copier because they have No heart to write with." By Poet
With a writers human heart,
writers pen in hand to start.
AI machine that is cold,
made out of tin and not gold.
Tell me this is a bad dream,
before I let out a scream.
Muse and pen will always stay,
a human voice all the way.