Here it is – drumroll please –
They offer motherhood and apple pie They dangle gleaming technofix advances You mustn’t probe too deep, or else your chances Of climbing ladders will go awryA quatrain about, um, technofixes and enforced conformity?? WTAF
The plays of Bill will get you used to rhyme
Iamb addicted to this form of verse
And for the better or the worse (the worse!)
Am churning lines about all stately crime.
marchudson.net 
of ladders – like spaghetti – they slide
down the sides of our cauldron denied
and here (with us frogs)
slow cooked by the fraud
what our “LAZY” the outside doth hide
https://gumlet.tv/watch/68045a3b3ab3a7b826cc28e7
I thought I lost this first version of a poetic reply, so now – & the ‘mourning‘ after – the ‘original’* with three siblings, and presented in reverse’ order. A closing of a circle [of Life as Grief].
Of ladders – like spaghetti – they slide
Escape of the cauldron denied
Cooked by corruption
Like us frogs, no interruption
And our ‘LAZY’ what’s fire doth hide
Of thinking our feelings conspire
To dress us in AI attire
To drown us in shallows
Of the PR we swallow
Weighted down by it’s wonky desire
Advances are reframed retreats
When its Nature that knows the defeats
From the fixes for lazyThat makes our sight hazy
A blind faith motivated reasoning completes
A pie in the face: how it ends
The work, which of truth causes bends
To the immediate and now
With no thought for the cow
Whose milk (as our mother) depends
https://gumlet.tv/watch/67f7138f83cb79490421bb21 (start at 10:30)
* …or ‘proof’ iTAIM/AI was not utilized. 😉 It is actually quite cathartic to dance with your verse, and this to converse, and with a means that is terse, ‘bout what what’s held in our purse, and this as a curse …so Thx❣️
The (apple) pie is in the sky
Or else the pie is in our face
It is so late that whate’er we try
This is the end of the human race…
(PS I will be stealing your pie in the face line for other things, I think!)
Steal away❣️
And – for [a helpful?] perspective – to have interned corpses in a Quaker cemetery for 15 years is a heart and mind bender. Corpses walking we are. WORD! What we do that is just, merciful, and charitable on our way to our expiration date is what our walk defines as life …and is ALSO our as-go[]d-as-it-gets⁉️
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“Nobody gets out of here alive” etc etc