The Author

You said you wrote a poem

Be honest… tell the truth

You never had the penchant

To write one in your youth

You always said, “They’re pointless…

Strange and incoherent rhyme…

I can find more interesting things to do

to pass away my time.”

I begged to differ, so I toiled away

Enjoying the freedom of my expression

Pen to paper, thought to hand

Navigation through soulful lessons

I learned about the world we know

And a myriad of personal toils

As technology gained momentum

Affecting our mental soils

Then gradually the Artificial ruled the Earth

Surpassing human capability

One by one they quietly conquered

With a stealth of a malignity

Then you said you “wrote” a poem

Like a peacock… so proud and vain

You said, “I’m now an Author… like you…

Something I’ve always wanted to obtain.”

You forgot what you said many years ago

That poetry was a bother

Trashing all the years I wrote

Your tongue lashing like a swather

So when I asked you of your efforts now…

“Does poetry now gratify?”

You turned your head and smirked with glee and said…

“No,  I wrote it with AI.”

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