A nonpareil drop in the bucket
Deadpan dipping sauce
Covers the taste of
Cardboard cleverness
It was already bad enough before,
My shuffling and shimmying,
Like a monkey angel on a chain
I was already forced to share
My dance floor
Atop the pinhead of the city
With myriad other
Demonic apes
Eight billion cells
Competing for symbiotic sustenance
The necessity
Of playing the fool for attention
Cutting in line for approval
Tripping others in desperation
Asking favors
And bribing doormen
And all of it…
Getting me
Scooby Doo nowhere
But now,
There must be the
Additional humbling
Disclaimer:
“No AI was used in this.”
But most likely,
No one will ever see it
And even if they did,
They wouldn’t understand
Half of the words
Or one percent
Of the symbolism
Or any of the effort
The machine
Finishes its meal
And lights a cigar
©2026 Kevin Trent Boswell
