Oh, to Be That Handsome Writing a Poem by Ron AI
Clear My Head
Just writing this poem to clear my head,
After spending all day doing what I dread.
Seems a possible fraudulent charge,
On my funny money plastic card.
Has been canceled in a hurry,
By the bank’s own safeguard.
Automatically pay my bills that way,
So, I have to inform everyone that I pay.
But all their websites have new rules,
All of them requiring complicated tools.
Denying me more often than not,
requiring me to call an AI idiot.
Just when I think I may be all done,
Oops, forgot there’s another one.
Head feels much clearer now,
Just writing this poem somehow.
Copyright 2025 © Ronald W. Hull
9/25/25
You can read and print this poem at my website here.
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from rules and tools we so resent;
they wrench our brains
and torque our wits;
they push us where we do not fit.
They spank us all around the block
undoing everything we thought.
The seriousness is huge we know,
when all about what we do NOT owe.
Commiseratingly Yours,
~~ Diana