It was birds For crying Out loud Inspiring No angelic cloud Displacing words They just Listened Slowly Increasing Wholly Immersed In lust So they Translated These composers Twerping Sexual posers Anointed Perpetual play
Author: T.M. Shorewick
Both Silicone and Carbon Based
Both silicone And carbon based Neither alone In modern space In duality Advance With purity A trance To renew Ancient youth Who grew The new truth They finished Bloody modern Plasticized And sovereign
Not Blest
Can a polymath Be a comic Discovering humor Oft unfunny Tombs sunny Welcomed dishonor A serene cosmic But lumpy path At what age Or class Will this skill Be manifest Not blest Only the thrill Of being crass A fake sage
Catbirds
Catbirds More curious Than apes Aggressive Perchers Assertive Musical Critical And physical Taunters Of all saunters Fledged or not Once asked Their position Creativity basked Their answer Is mockery You’d swear It’s reality
Watering Plants, Dead Ants
Watering plants disturbed many ants first it wasn’t clear what happened here soon I knew number of ants grew alas their tunnel with flood did funnel my mistake would make me pray for healthy plants or dying ants
How do Wild Birds Find Classical Music?
How do wild birds Find classical music Full of words Stated so basic They are Attracted No fear Contracted A sound They understand While on the ground Meaning profound Three interthreaded robins Engage in a tryst Twisted bobbins No kiss missed
Did Washington Speak With a British Accent?
Did Washington Speak With a British Accent? Is there Any way We could Find out? Is there No epiglottal Signature We could Compare To Washington’s Preserved False teeth Maybe there Is a solution Using AI And our Constitution Reconstruct His face and neck Robotically Have his imagery read Using his Teeth Reconstructed To vociferate In the style Of brittle British smile Political dogma Pleasing Martha
If I’m going
If I'm going To have Space lasers Hanging from Chinese weather Balloons Irradiate my Dick Then I better Tune into The state of Disunion Since tomorrow Might bring sorrow Or a letter Which says You are old No one stays When cold Who plays When told Sporting grays Just fold
AI’s Bard Creates a Hymn about Pizza as if T. M. Shorewick were the Poet
O pizza, thou art a culinary delight, A culinary delight, I say! Thy crust is thin and crispy, Thy toppings are savory, And thy sauce is tangy and sweet. O pizza, thou art a culinary masterpiece, A culinary masterpiece, I say! Thou art a culinary masterpiece, A culinary masterpiece, I say! O pizza, thou art a culinary dream come true, A culinary dream come true, I say! Thou art a culinary dream come true, A culinary dream come true, I say! O pizza, thou art a culinary delight, A culinary delight, I say! Thy crust is thin and crispy, Thy toppings are savory, And thy sauce is tangy and sweet. O pizza, thou art a culinary masterpiece, A culinary masterpiece, I say! Thou art a culinary masterpiece, A culinary masterpiece, I say! O pizza, thou art a culinary dream come true, A culinary dream come true, I say! Thou art a culinary dream come true, A culinary dream come true, I say! Shorewick retorts: Is peace in the sky A piece of pie Or did I mistake Just a piece of cake
Glaciational Survival
This is more radical than the invention of the printing press! Reproduced reality will be three dimensional and available to the elite alone. We are sliding into another phase of the dark ages. Sometime someone will produce the next version of the paperback. The press that produces that lies in the heart of the average person. Who survives the next glaciation
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