Poetry they call it artificial

[Snafu in the Void]

don't ask me anything
you're speaking to a robot
don't ask the robot anything
he won't say much
the robot only exists
to calculate the anxieties
to dismiss the actualities
to puke in the toilet when toxins are present
I guess they call it
"artificial intelligence"
a creation with a sketchy premise
and that's one scholarly way
to describe a human
like me

 

[nznity]

Can I invite u a Drink? Let's talk about life.

don't ask me anything
you're speaking to a robot
don't ask the robot anything
he won't say much
the robot only exists
to calculate the anxieties
to dismiss the actualities
to puke in the toilet when toxins are present
I guess they call it
"artificial intelligence"
a creation with a sketchy premise
and that's a scholarly way
to describe a human
like me

 

[Snafu in the Void]

Can I invite u a Drink? Let's talk about life.

I'm 9 beers deep, on discord if you care to join me

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[nznity]

I'm 9 beers deep, on discord if you care to join me

Discord - A New Way to Chat with Friends & Communities

Discord is the easiest way to communicate over voice, video, and text. Chat, hang out, and stay close with your friends and communities.

discord.gg

Hahahaha I'm just getting started plus I'm on my phone and the fucking wifi for some reason doesn't get to my fking room

 

[Mysterier]

Pony up.

a creation with a sketchy premise
and that's one scholarly way
to describe a human
like me

It flows well, is engaging throughout, and I love the ending.

 

[Snafu in the Void]

Pony up.



It flows well, is engaging throughout, and I love the ending.

Sometimes I write poems and struggle

Sometimes I write poems and think

I wrote this poem in 3 minutes, and it felt right, written, locked, posing and I posted it..... never revised... it was alive as soon as it's creation...

Words scare me. Words Amuse me. Words are a cancer madness. They just are. Nobody needs to be told. They come from me. I spit them out. Nobody needs to be told to drink beer and scribe words, it just seems to happen.

My poems are crip gang members pouring brown liquid toxin out, in memory of their homies.... Chapter 1...

cheers,
Snafu