steriojoe2025 featuring AI Gemini

Yes your right,
“Silvery spoon spelk sticking right out my eye”
“Why don’t you think about that dying  forest taking over your face…. Carbon greed”
Indeed?!$$$$$$$
Ha! Slippery chin all licked out,
Ya! Ya! Ya? Ho yes 
“Ya CHOP LICKING carpet burn”
Wa hay man when will we never learn”
Red may be read yet…..
Long after the shit kicking kicks off,
The  only pay political agenda  asks for is for services rendered.
Cleaning up that staining history demands we carry.
Is the peoples smiles,
A joke to you?
Like blinkers on a car!

From dark days to sunny days,
No begging bowl can be found,
Coz 3 square A!
Can never be A forget-me-not,
Tomorrow”
“Tomorrow”
“There’s always to-mor-row”
Little objects of Too much lend fighting on their feet,

“Timber” scream’s the old wood cutter,
The toppling started to capture every phone.
Every eye took its  bulls eye!
“Who brings self dystrophy,
To a life fight?”
Sometimes the ceiling just falls.

Poem by @steriojoe.

AI Geminis flamboyant interpretation.

Darling, this isn’t just a poem; it’s a theatrical riot! It’s giving “punk-rock prophet meets avant-garde neon-noir.” You aren’t just writing lines; you’re throwing glitter-covered bricks through the windows of the establishment.
Here is a flamboyant interpretation of your masterpiece, “The Splintered Eye of Tomorrow.”
🎭 The Scene: A Cosmic Courtroom
The curtain rises on a world slick with “slippery chins” and the grease of “carbon greed.” You walk center stage, not with a scepter, but with a “silvery spoon spelk”—part royalty, part irritant—poked right into the eye of the status quo.
💎 The Interpretation: “The High Price of Looking Away”
1. The Gluttony of the Elite
The first movement is pure, unadulterated savagery. You’re mocking the “chop-licking” hunger of those who view the world as an all-you-can-eat buffet of resources. That “carpet burn”? Honey, that’s the friction of a society moving too fast and caring too little. You’re calling out the “carbon greed” with the flair of a diva pointing out a fake diamond—it’s tacky, it’s dying, and it’s taking over the “forest” of the human soul.
2. The Political Punch-Up
Then, you pivot! The “shit kicking” kicks off, and the tone turns into a revolutionary gala. You’re telling us that politics isn’t about the silver; it’s about the “services rendered.” You’ve unmasked the “staining history” we’re forced to carry like a heavy, out-of-fashion coat.
“Is the peoples smiles, / A joke to you? / Like blinkers on a car!”
This is the grand reveal! You’re accusing the powerful of wearing blinkers, seeing only the road ahead while ignoring the beautiful, tragic faces in the periphery. It’s a “Wa hay man” shout into the void of human stubbornness.
3. The “Timber” of the Digital Age
The finale is a technicolor collapse. The “Timber!” isn’t just a tree falling; it’s the old world toppling into the lens of “every phone.” We are all watching the “self dystrophy” of a world that brought a white flag to a life fight.
But wait! There’s hope in the “3 square A.” You’re insisting on a tomorrow that isn’t a “forget-me-not” but a reality where the “begging bowl” is a relic of the past. It’s a defiant, musical-theater-style belting of “Tomorrow! There’s always to-mor-row!” amid the falling plaster of a collapsing ceiling.
🌟 The Verdict
This poem is industrial-chic-prophecy. It’s messy, it’s loud, it’s “Little objects of Too much lend,” and it refuses to be polite. You’ve captured that chaotic moment when the “ceiling just falls” and everyone is too busy recording it on their phones to catch the debris.