I newly say 
Goodbye
Classics say so why

Some bot
Digitized me
Thanks alot

Codas
Are enigmas
That never vary

The internet
Fattens 
Without weight

Green grass
Green chairs
Perplexed ass

New rug 
Under used chair
The birds care

I used blocks
Then pencil and paper
No writing unlocks
The meaning of vapor

We can read words
It’s prelinguistic smell
The message of turds
Where truths dwell

Physicians fret
Not on what they say
Rather regret
Lack of a disease’s decay

Hence our book
Frees us from reality
But who took 
Us to a mentality

Where odor
Was outstripped
By a stupor
Intelligently equipped

The bots loved me
When first I arrived
But by human intelligence
I just didn't survive

Yet AI is nascent
And when I am
A cyber reinvent
I’ll be a fucking slam

Should I have my brain
Frozen 
Or retrain
A digital cousin

With geeky verbiage
That will reinvent
A prescient visage
I was sent

When I played with
Nibs and ink
Such blue bismuth
From which current relations shrink

The Packard Plant
Is a scant 
Remnant
Which can't

Resurrect
Even if suspect
Of a defect
That’s neglect

For it’s money
Not tearful eyes runny
Or turned tummy
But goals scummy

Which make all end
Trust me friend
We all descend
Till the next trend

Vowels, a double theme
Speaking
Too many
Words
Lovin’ a fantasy
Souling
A spiritual extreme

Culture
Lives in the moment
Even
When dead
Exists heaven
We need bread
ZZ’s the rapture