AI didn’t write this poem; it wrote the algorithm that decided whether or not you would read it

At the end of The Sorcerer’s App… as chaos reaches a crescendo the sorcerer appears just in time and sets things back in order Apprenticed to no one,

We don’t have to take care of our… But we have no choice God doesn’t have to be with us But He always is– The choice is ours

Some families hide the truth in pl… By laughing at it Although it gets confusing for a c… When the truth is a joke That can’t be told

I’d always said Que sera, sera expecting the last guffaw Instead it’s a last hurrah before one or the other coups d’et…

More and more it feels as if we are teetering between 1984 and… but 84-33=51 bringing us to 1951 the actual lone year in question

Skulls of Roman glad– iators indicate high rates of C.T.E.

When at last Our time comes Just as we realize the need To give things time It will have come to pass

I believe because I doubt sounds absurd until you realize that if there’s no doubt about it you are not free to choose

Most tautologies are self-fulfilling prophecies For example: Most people are average But God never met

You can only e– ver explain things with that which cannot be explained

If a computer could speak we could not understand it

The smartest gal in the room Is the one who realizes All the adults in the room Are emotional children Behaving like holy terrors

Some people have baggage; I come with furniture Fortunately, my wife enjoys rearranging

The high strung flaneur gives free advice to the good and good advice to the free