Daily Poems for 2025

Chase

Chase

Chase

Chase

Chase

Join the warmup,
shimmying to the whims
of parasitic bosses
who snap fat fingers
and drain your future.

Join the race
on a grindstone track
designed to buff
rough edges
and rebellious textures.

Join the chase,
blinders on,
as your dangling carrot
recedes into the distance.

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Chase

The AI rendered this poem as a figure running along a Dutch angle track as a long-necked monster arcs overhead.