Trying to Solve a Problem Ron AI

Technicality

It started with a little technicality,

That grew into a can of worms.

To describe without banality,

I'd have to come to terms.

The solution was so simple,

That it shouldn't have taken much.

As easy as popping a pimple,

For those with the magic touch.

But each approach tried unraveled,

Into a more complicated form of pit.

Like a road never even traveled,

Going down without ever out of it.

Cost in time and man/woman power,

Not to mention gadgets and other stuff.

That grew exponentially hour by hour,

Until totally having had enough.

Pulling hair was not really enough,

That little glitch had you inch by inch,

By the gonads and other painful stuff.

An itch you could not scratch or pinch.

Going down into total crazy,

Decide to give up the ghost.

Declare the technicality lazy,

Head for the nearest coast.

Copyright 2026 © Ronald W. Hull

6/25/26

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