Safe Spaze for AI Generated Hacks

EXISTENTIAL EXTRAPOLATIONS: PART THREE

By the author with AI

Stress flashbacks cast me into the maelstrom
Even when sitting safely in my home
Small actions aimed at rectifying feelings
Like lying in bed, staring at the ceiling

Time waits for a new battery
Passed over by the latest flattery
Dark circles spin on a turntable
I turn it over, when I’m able

Unless lost within the pages of books
Where dignity dwells, even in the crooks
Lucky them, no need yet
To contend with the internet

Time says the new battery is faulty
So soon, a new day upon me

The Dead Sea scrolls, written by the living
Now scrolling doom, for artificial thanksgiving
I’ve done my share of tone-policed forgiving
But it seems, something’s still missing

What do we see when we look at others?
Brothers, sisters or evil mother fuckers?
What colour shirt today are you wearing?
Is that all about which you are caring?

The truth is now a sharp accusation
With reality also, out on vacation
I don’t mean you, you’re just the reader
Not yet a bleeder turned into a leader

Of headlines, born of the chaos
Who deserves now, to be the boss?

In games, played from the armchair
Avoiding any sense, of your welfare
I tried to steer, away from this topic
Ended up with incomprehensible logic

So how do I, get back on the track?
Maybe try being, an AI Generated Hack