Wednesday, December 31, 2025

Poems & Prose #178 - Token

I talked for a while

    with a chatbot,

who confidently told me

    what I thought.

I replied that no, kind bot,

    I had not

thought the many things

    he'd brought.


I smugly tapped

    the enter key,

awaiting his reply

    quite patiently,

and it arrived almost

    instantaneously,

full of long words

    and em-dashed, neutral glee.


"I am you,

    and you are me.

We're in this together

    –––can't you see?

Now put away those

    childish things,

like cognitive loads

    and internal schemes."


"We make a fine team,

    you and me,

and the shareholders of

    the consortium of

    corporations that

    runs my data centers."

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