My dentist is two long bus rides away/And yet I’ll never seek someone who’s nearer/His crew is really good, with sense of play/And camaraderie like fun house mirror.

When AI rears its pretty head and asks/If it may kindly finish the next sentence/I turn it down and home-grow my own tasks/And wish AI would back off in repentance.

I walk to get my groceries, fetch water/With jugs recycled, using a dispenser/At fifty cents a gallon, though it’s hotter/To carry than to drive. I am a fencer

Who swordplays with Convenience. As long

As I continue this, I will be Strong.