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TITLE: Sahuaro
DATE: 2025 Aug 28
NOTES: a saguaro cactus shape poem, originally written
published five years later, upon experimenting with
to help polish and
ROBOT RATIO:
SING WHILE THE ROOF
AN OPERATIC CATALOGUE OF CONTEMPORARY CALAMITIES
Written by
Music by
Presented by The Royal Algorithmic Light Opera Company
I am the very model of a modern day society,
With fees and charges levied with remarkable variety;
Bread and milk are leased to you on monthly billed facilities,
And ‘freemium’ means ‘pay us more’ for all its capabilities.
The upgrades cost a fortune and they offer only skimminess,
The goods are built to crumble with a most artistic flimsiness,
And tipping’s now expected for the most absurd activities,
Refuse and you’ll be shamed for your deficient sensitivities.
On social feeds the dancers spin in endless loops of video,
While influencers peddle things they think that you
Skibidi bruh slay bussin sigma
Inflation swells like opera queens in over-tightened bodices.
The climate’s in a muddle and the seasons swap identities,
Snow in summer, blooms in frost, and storms change their priorities;
Private wealth grows fatter while the poorest face austerities,
And charity’s a website where you post your own disparities.
The doctors are in short supply, the nurses getting
The waiting lists are longer than the queues for some
The AI medic greets you with a most engaging
And offers ‘Wellness Premium’ before it lets your
Click-by-click confessions sold for coupon or for trinkety,
While cookie prompts request consent with brashitude and winkety;
In politicking bubble-lands, each side insists it’s
While shouting past each other makes the shouting only
Speech-police correct words, lest offence should cause calamities,
While cancel-cannons fire at foes for long-forgotten vanities;
The mega-merchants merge until the marketplace is
And health-plan clerks play pass-the-form until your hope is mummified.
The oceans teem with micro-specks from bottles once so plasticky,
While theorists of curious bent proclaim their plots dramatically,
Vloggers beg you smash the like before truth dares to clarify,
Apps enshittify it all in a race to
The shelves are purged of volumes that the moralists find bannable,
While luminescent overflux leaves all the stars unscannable;
Banquets are so mountainous they’re borderline oppressity,
And work from home in sweatpants is the newest indispensity.
The workers plead for mental days to soothe strained cerebellity,
While labour’s ranks are vanishing with startling rapidellity;
The headlines born of algorithms spread with great exaggerance,
While red and blue are waging wars of fact-and-fiction splatterance.
The plague’s pronounced a parlour-myth by cynics in the scholar’s stead,
While ballots are recounted at the whim of what the podcast said;
The statesmen spin their fables with a most unblushing clarity,
And fact is but a costume in the masquerade of verity.
The sponsors stamp their logos on the air we breathe and water drink,
While privacy’s a sinking ship and we the crew that dare not think;
The steering wheel is yours to turn (it’s granted as a courtesy),
But brakes are on a pay-per-stop to guarantee security.
Ere breath is drawn upon the page, a
Its ‘X’ obscured with artful guile and
The app just-opened begs you rate its unexamined quality,
Each recipe’s concealed beneath a tome of vast verbosity.
In five short ticks you’ll skip this ad (a mercy most magnanimous),
Though first they’ll make you watch a bit that’s vexingly
‘Physicians Hate This Simple Cure Discovered by a Royal Duke!’
You view and find the ‘cure’ is but a most untested quackish fluke.
The Christmas sales commence before the leaves have left the sycamore,
With plastic snow and jingles that you’ve heard a hundred times before;
The counter-clerk solicits you to yield your coin to
You scurry, flurry, worry loose your final screw of
Yet though the age is mad, my friends, it’s marvellous for rhyming verse,
For madness is the poet’s feast and modern life’s a full-course curse,
So pile the lies and lunacy as high as human folly
We’ll blast it in a chorus line until the whole caboodle blows!
TITLE: Sing While the Roof
DATE: 2025 Sep 2
ATTRIBUTION CREDIT:
ROBOT RATIO: 58% human – 42% chatbot
NOTES: revised version
INFO: satirical parody, in the tune of (give or take a syllable or three)
by
comic operetta, The Pirates of Penzance
A Haboob — stormed the Hoodoos —
With quite a Hullabaloo —
It rattled — every Column —
And dyed the Sky — Dust hue —
It tumbled — over Turrets —
And swept the Mesa — too —
A Ballyhoo of Sandstorm —
Desert monsoon Voodoo —
TITLE: Dusty Rocks
DATE: 2025 Aug 25
NOTES:
ATTRIBUTION CREDIT:
ROBOT RATIO:
No Builders – swinging Hammers –
No Postmen – on their Rounds –
No Sweepers – brushing at the Curb –
No Gardeners – on the Grounds –
Our Nation – takes a restful Pause –
Save for Workers – at my Sill –
With Mandibles – for Implements –
And a Commerce – of Anthill –
TITLE:
DATE: 2025 Sep 1
NOTES:
ATTRIBUTION CREDIT:
ROBOT RATIO:
Today – a pause – called Labor Day –
No Postmen – on their Rounds –
No Sweepers – brushing at the Curb –
No Gardeners – on the Grounds –
The only ones – Working Hard today –
Are Soldiers – on my Windowsill –
With Mandibles – for Weapons –
Marching to base – Fort Anthill –
TITLE:
DATE: 2025 Sep 1
ATTRIBUTION CREDIT:
ROBOT RATIO:
The Ants — I could not Reason with —
They marched — in black Parade —
Through quiet Rooms and Corridors —
Their small Republic — made —
I let their Armies — roam the Lawn —
Unhindered — in the Sun —
But when they crossed the Threshold’s line —
The Siege — had just begun —
I set a Cup — of sugared Death —
And turned my Eyes away —
Yet heard — in every silent Floor —
Their Funeral — Array —
The Law of House — is pitiless —
Though Mercy — would be sweet —
I mourn the Guests — I could not keep —
Nor wholly — let them eat —
TITLE: Palinode
DATE: 2025 Sep 5
ATTRIBUTION CREDIT:
ROBOT RATIO:
NOTES: in the style of Emily Dickinson
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