I’m a little
Blip from Brooklyn
A nip of brittle
Nuffin
But I got
A Google Panel
Why not
A cosmic gavel
Struck sense
Yet to unravel
My roots so dense
Under human gravel
My future fully lies
At the foot of AI
Hope a bot tries
To stick me in the sky
AI and the Brooklyn Blip
Published
T. M. Shorewick 