by Steven | Jan 19, 2023 | ChatGPT, Poetry
Coughing and sneezing, they come to work each day,
Ailing and weary, but still they must stay.
Their colleagues around them, unaware of the threat,
Of germs they are spreading, with every breath.
They push through the pain, for the sake of the team,
But little do they know, they are causing a scene.
Their sickness is spreading, like wildfire at night,
Leaving others to suffer, from morning till night.
They think they are helping, by not taking a break,
But the cost is too high, for the health they forsake.
So let us remind them, to stay home and rest,
And protect our community, from this endless pest.
For though we may work, in sickness and health,
Our duty is to ourselves, and to those around us as well.
So next time you’re feeling, a bit under the weather,
Do us all a favor, and stay home altogether.
Photo by Polina Tankilevitch
This poem is an example of the AI technology powered by ChatGPT.
by Steven | Mar 9, 2022 | Poetry
She leans in and kisses his lips
It’s the last time she’ll see him like this.
So strong and brave to the grave
It’s the last time she’ll see him this this way.
She puts a note in his coat
His condition worsens
Pale skin, debilitated, he’s ventilated.
All alone she waits and cries
Until the call that changes it all
He takes his last breath
With the note laying on his chest.
Meeting you was the best
I never had any regrets
Only that it was you and me
Instead of a family of three.
Forever you are my love
One day I’ll join you up above
She falls to her knees and begins to weep
Not knowing what will be
One thing is for sure
As she sits on the floor
He’ll never know about the child to be bore.
From heaven above
He’ll watch and guide
As his little one lives and thrives.
Photo by Fusion Medical Animation on Unsplash
by Steven | Feb 17, 2022 | Poetry
Don’t look at me
Don’t talk to me
Don’t know me
Don’t try me
Don’t act like you care
Don’t try to be there
Don’t give me that look
Don’t read me like a book
Don’t hug me
Don’t kiss me
Don’t touch me
Don’t love me
Don’t act like you understand
Don’t try to hold my hand
Don’t tell me my heart will heal
Don’t tell me it’s not a big deal
Don’t invade me
Don’t persuade me
Don’t mess with me
Don’t test me
Don’t pretend you’re in my shoes
Don’t assume that I love you
Don’t question my faith and fitness
Don’t because it’s none of your business
Don’t be afraid of the new me
Don’t try to rip away at me
Don’t worry about the God in me
Don’t focus on the He in me
Photo by Arthur Brognoli
by Steven | May 4, 2021 | Poetry
Content Warning – Explicit Lyrics
You can show me that butt
You don’t have to be my slut
Just a little exposure of that ass
Don’t give me no fuckin’ sass
That ass, those jeans
Let me see inside them things
You walk, you strut
Wiggle and shake that butt
I wanna touch, wanna touch
I just can’t get enough
Thick and round boy
It’s about to go down boy
Go down, go down, that’s what I’ll do
Bend you over and fuck you
Damn you thick though
Call me papacito
That ass, those jeans
Let me see inside them things
You walk, you strut
Wiggle and shake that butt
I wanna touch, wanna touch
I just can’t get enough
Sit on your face?
Yah, I’ll make a case
It’s about to get real sick
When I start to eat that dick
Nibble nibble
Make you dribble
I don’t have dentures
But you’ll wish I did
Now shut the fuck up and give me your kids
That ass, those jeans
Let me see inside them things
You walk, you strut
Wiggle and shake that butt
I wanna touch, wanna touch
I just can’t get enough
by Steven | May 3, 2021 | Poetry
Night rolls in and I’m always awake
I’m ok with the Lord, my soul to take
Legs on fire and full of movement
So lonely, one person ruined it
I’m empty and sad
Loss of interest in everything
Except being a Dad
Anxiety has a strangle hold on my soul
I have trouble remember things
This shit gets old
All I do is eat and pack on the pounds
Who the fuck wants the doughboy walking around?
Tearfulness, emptiness
Pacing all day from restlessness
I don’t need my life to be the same
But I do want to feel sane
Cramps in my back and thighs
Let me know that I’m alive
There is no shame as I feel the pain
Maybe I’m really going insane?
Photo by Damir Samatkulov on Unsplash
