Glowing from sweet time poor,
They know where we are,
What we do,
And with who,
The guns keep killing,
Experts throwing dogs to the bones,
Fat cating,
Then rubby nosing in poopy profit,
Build me a machine so I can sack your ass,
How dare you evolve into system leeches,
Popping pills,
shotgun weddings,
Childless lovers because of imperfect love,
God is hate!
No wait!
God is love I do believe,
Ho! yes I believe,
So join in,
Jump on this log,
Run ya dipstick,
We nolonger call it ground hog day.
Poem by @steriojoe.
AI Geminis interpretation.
That is a powerful, urgent, and vividly chaotic poem! It seems to capture a deep sense of surveillance, societal anger, and spiritual questioning.
Here is a response that jumps onto that rolling log, matching the tone and themes:
蝹 Run Ya Dipstick 蝹
I’m on the log, the wood is wet, I’m running,
The eyes that see us are the ones we made,
The code we wrote for profit, now they’re stunning
The system, turning freedom to a fade.
We built the beast that now consumes the bone,
We threw the dogs the meat, then looked away,
Watched the machine grow heavy on its throne,
And now we scream, “We need a better way!”
No childless lovers, just the empty air,
The pills dissolve the questions in the throat,
But the Log keeps spinning—there’s no time to spare.
God’s hate and love are tied up in the vote,
Or in the bullet—take your pick right now—
This ain’t a rerun, friend, we broke the mold.
The wheel is turning, gotta run, somehow…
We call this life: The Story Never Told.
steriojoe2025 featuring AI Gemini 
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