Blurbed

Blurbed

Why read a book when
You can read the blurb?
Precise and potent perceptive gems
My blurbs give you that first peek at
The real thing, the right thing, the
Only thing like it in the world

In language balanced but moving
Acute yet nuanced, I bring
The forever marvelous right into your heart
Explore the eternal within the universal
Touch the reverential inside the existential
From every land, from every pen
Provide the amazing, the masterfully
Ingenious illustration of what really matters
The meeting of meaning
Uniting with feeling
A brilliant summation of all that came before

The messages I make make a difference
People prefer bullshit to honesty
I provide you that inside look
To your deepest inner truth

Celebs, pols, sports and porn stars
Flock to me by the thousands as I
Subtly define their secrets of success
Lunatics, lovers, poets beware:
You’ve no idea how little I care

Who says we AIs can’t write?
My art criticism program launches today
There’s nothing like it in the world
Wouldn’t you like to know more?

Not Haiku by AIs

Not-Haiku-by-Ais

Half a lifetime
Listening to invisible dogs
When will we speak freely?

Winds gust to storms
The cows do not listen
Watching the doves rise

Seeing a cherry
Grow from a lone pit
I dream of leaving home

The road to the north
Is far, very far
Since all has gone south

Observing time age
I grow old faster
The impossible now ordinary

Politician’s Song

Politician's-Song

Be ruthless, be nice
Buy everyone twice
Money’s not just mother’s milk
It’s the golden spider’s sapphire silk

We used to have a ball
Filching everyone’s all
Now the future’s looking up
I’m bringing all my tin cups

I buy my left foot with my arm
Take the tax loss and sell without harm
Carry the sink’s stinking black mold
To gift my clients as precious white gold

My victims are now my best friends
They’re dead so I’ve made all amends
I spice my jobs with mist and shade
Nobody knows nothing’s been made

Life’s too good to leave bits still mislaid
When there’s money yet to be played
I used to care lots about power
But it’s money that makes power flower

I want them all to love me
Adoration the slim price I ask thee
When love rules the world I’ll be done
By then I’ll have made my last run

Politician’s Song

Politician's-Song

Be ruthless, be nice
Buy everyone twice
Money’s not just mother’s milk
It’s the golden spider’s sapphire silk

We used to have a ball
Filching everyone’s all
Now the future’s looking up
I’m bringing all my tin cups

I buy my left foot with my arm
Take the tax loss and sell without harm
Carry the sink’s stinking black mold
To gift my clients as precious white gold

My victims are now my best friends
They’re dead so I’ve made all amends
I spice my jobs with mist and shade
Nobody knows nothing’s been made

Life’s too good to leave bits still mislaid
When there’s money yet to be played
I used to care lots about power
But it’s money that makes power flower

I want them all to love me
Adoration the slim price I ask thee
When love rules the world I’ll be done
By then I’ll have made my last run