A poem to AI or shots fired

A tome or poem to
AI software –
y’all need to gon’ somewhere…
let me take this
pen and demolish that
symbolism you
represent –
as you endeavor to
replace through a
decree that ain’t
divine… it ain’t time,
I intend to
eviscerate your license
because it lacks the conciseness
and intricacy
of the spirit…
as poetry comes from
the soul
not a goddamned code.

A live reading of the piece… music compliments of the legendary Ramsey Lewis

*Prose comprised on* a *stroll*, *AI can’t do that.*

Published by Shun P. Writes

Author, Genealogist, Writer, Poet, Podcast Host, possessor of 2 cents, Blogger and eternal student of life, who harbors a firm belief in his Grandmother's mantra that: "People need to get off of their rump and do something". All while keeping in mind that a cheering section will often get in the way. View all posts by Shun P. Writes