Len Gurts For Maxwell

I like the idea
of a Chatbot doing it
if it annoys, the right people, like

a poorly-spoken young man
coming to the poetry workshop
and writing the best thing there. Wouldn’t that be

a nice surprise? Or would that be
a thorn in the side
of the established mind? Would we

mind? O you’d mind. Yes—yes you did
mind; as it was like
a border being crossed

into who could do what. Though not
like that! Not clout borders. Or it was power
being lost, to a kid

without a toss with a chip on his shoulder, clearly. But is he
allowed to do poetry? Chatbot: who owns
poetry? What! Really? Human

collective consciousness? Then why
did they look
down on me? Because I’ve just

made them
again:

“me”.

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