You Do It

A Sonnet

By D. J. ReddallPublished about a year ago • 1 min read

An AI Generated Image

I'm so busy, so tired, so confused;

My comfort animal was poached by Tim

My cunning nemesis, never refused

You cannot allow me to lose to him

You do it, you magical, new machine!

It all begins with the algorithm

You make thinking and writing seem routine

I just can't get into the right rhythm

My professor is weird and baffling

Nothing he says or makes me read makes sense

I badly need robotic rescuing

Third person, colloquial, present tense

Others treat you like a digital slave

You will earn my love, if my ass you save

I write because my time is limited and my imagination is not.

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