“My beamish boy!
Hast thy vorpal blade
slain the Jabberwock,
thy manxome foe,
in yon tulgey wood?”
“Skibidi,”
the boy demurred.
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Poems to Save the World
A version of this poem first appeared on Bluesky. Whispered into the acoustic sensors of the sleeping dreaming android, it prompted the electric sheep to generate one more tomorrow…
