What AI Thinks is a Strange World by Ron
Strangely
Something is clearly out of range,
I’d have to describe it as strange.
Everything we thought was true ,
Suddenly, mysteriously, doggy doo.
When down is up and up is down,
What was sad becomes a clown.
And all the worlds of stages to see,
Are launch pad stages to eternity.
All fuzzy quarks and lethal vermin,
Dissolving into princely ermine.
Life is stranger than stranger be,
Thanks to social media and me.
Copyright © 2025 Ronald W. Hull
9/5/25
You can read and print my poem at my website here.
I agree with John Herlihy and Jms Bell, it was all prophesied.