Lost Poem
Two days ago,
A poem I didn't writ,
Was lost in space,
In the fog of battle.
Hoping against rope,
I haven't lost my wit.
Complifations of the,
Technicaliity kind,
Are consuming mass,
Quantities of my mind.
My normal routine,
Is going to the hell.
Every time I start,
My mind rings a bell.
Better fix that glitch,
Before it's too late,
Before I miss again,
That important new date.
So, I'm playing ketchup,
With this mighty tome,
Just the essentials, please,
Write down to the bone.
Trying to A Man Facing His Morning Work Ron AI
This morning before I got out of bed, I realized
that I had completely forgot my normal posting of
my weekly poem on Friday. It's a routine that
I've followed since 1997. I hope it's not
a sign that old age dementia is catching up with
me. I hope it's just all of the fixing I have
to do every day just to maneuver the, now highly
secure and complicated, Internet that wasn't
like that before.
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7/19/26
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