AI POETS

Every poem I read these days Be it love or pain, long or a short one Leaves me numbly amazed By how poets use the robot hand. When praised, filled their hearts with pride For an expensive tour on a free ride Boastfully and arrogantly they will say They frame the words and lines their way. I stumbled upon one just the other day Forced rhymes and commas in disarray. Blind to the misstep, pride led him astray In the summer rain, his thoughts did sway. Every poem I read these days Just reminds me celebrating a grade one cheat Like winter's brilliant moon rays Glitters at the dark of the night.