Vision

Did you just text

     that the lower classes
are thick as molasses?
     that the teaming masses
are showing their asses?
     that some flatulent lass is
emitting strange gases?
     No?
          Not even close?
Then I’m going to need
better reading glasses!

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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…

© 2025 Greg R. Fishbone, generated by MidJourney as a derivative work of the poem, "Vision" by Greg R. Fishbone