Gotta shimmy,
she said.
Gotta move!
Gotta groove!
Gotta shake!
Gotta dance!
Gotta prance!
Gotta prowl!
Gotta stay?
Gotta pounce?
Nah,
gotta bounce.
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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…
