Meadowhead Bard

Random and surreal poetry satire and short stories.

”Fee-Fi-Fo-Fum”

”What aspect do you think makes a person unique?” What an absolutely ridiculous question.
“Fee-Fi-Fo-Fum” I smell the blood of AI has come. Not even the dumbest human could come up with that question. We are all unique, no two people are the same, in thought, in appearance, in attitude, anything. Usually though when people think they need an identity, they just end up being like others in a group, Punk for instance, or even a football fan. It all goes back thousands of years to tribalism.

MAN.

What made him unique, was his ability to speak, and then to make tools and figure
As time went by as it does often fly, his brain got bigger and bigger
Practical abilities grew, he could make a coat and a shoe but also weapons to hunt
Grain to grow, animals to slaughter , but often his own kind bore the brunt.

He became aggressive and mean, never too keen to share whatever he had
He’d rob and he’d pillage any other village, the whole scenario getting sad
Fire was next, never perplexed by the damage that it could cause
Add a little powder the bangs got louder, this was the beginning of wars

So on he went fight after fight, to ruin the Earth being his mission
Bombs and missiles anything to defile, and then he found nuclear fission
So now there’s computers, millions of computers he’s now outgrown his own brain
He thinks and contemplates, wastes time with debates, and waits for the nuclear rain.

All words Meadowhead Bard.

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    enthusiasticallyresilientd7c971dc2c

    Getting darker these days, Indi. Sunshine tomorrow matey.

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