Aye, aye FOMO A LA MODE

H/T Craiyon

For the remainder of this year,

Now that our busy white season is so near,

I’m letting noetic AI go goblin mode,

Imbuing its oleoresinous lily with code.

It’s not as black as painted,

Unless one suffered anal glaucoma, and fainted.

To its Marconi kaleidoscope of rantipole reruns

I’ll add Dalliesque picture puns.

Will they resemble a naïve yunus at play,

Or deliver a dolmen of words of the day array

That might puzzle future generations

With its assertive mansplain conversations?

Chat.openai’s in jabberwocky mode:

Bone-eating Snotflowers

Zombie Worms Party

The failwhales are having their day

With pell-mell panenkas to pay

As bad malics pave the way

For a scotto thunderbox of dismay.

Give me five! Quoth abiogenesis,

Averting to greener sparteries amiss.

Carry On, Precariously

Croaking Us

Post truth, that variola on verity,

Gives grief and gamesmanship,

Populism and polarization,

And climatic alliteration.

Who is to carry the balls

Up confrontation, compromise, or cooperation

In this crocus bag a chaos?

Men, with enough problems to choke Caligula’s horse-

Par for the course-

But still we want our pandowdy.

Why, we could not metamorphose

Or get a chemoautotrophic fix

On our many, many woes,

Us, fool’s gold whores of war,

Defiling earth’s archival with plastic.

Grrr: hairless apes gtgatas [sic],

Nature finds them to be unfit.

Saucy Gander

The Half-fool Hourglass

SNAFU Snit Sauce

In this dream,

They cast a sheep’s eye

To a romansch pretenture

From whence no hopes hie.

They schlep through their condop of ruination

Like prevaricating sandboys,

Buoyed into tourism by a patriarchal sandman.

Nightmares provide no nutrition,

As time slips pêle-mêle through the hourglass,

Only false flags fructifying,

Like stalked spores on soggy sandcastles,

In giddy semaphornication*.



(*h/t:SMBC)

Hello World

In this our stripling universe,

Still inflating at top speed,

We are but a meetly glitch, 

In the big bang broadcasting house.

Our needy bid is cosmic flitter

In a dog-eat-dog dovecote,

Krumkakes to the King Kong expanse,

A meagre second breakfast.