Category: poetry

  • A.I don’t take no prisoners.

    When your phone won’t respondto the face that you haveand it locks, so you can’t spend your doe.Is this Karma you think,as you pace back and forth.should I walk out this shop? I dunno.I would think that my basket’snow brimming with goods.from a small loaf of bread to a steak.But technology leaves mealone in the… →