Froth Frothing Forth Froth From Froth To Froth Frothing Froth
-:I Eye Yay, Before the AI, Aye? :-
the whole world is just a dummy
but without any original copy
simulacrum is the word
lest you copy
this froth suspect of south coffee
with that hint of chicory afloat
and now its yours truly's stirring a forth
that keeps forth frothing froth from froth
to froth the frothing froth from froth
but without any original copy
simulacrum is the word
lest you copy
this froth suspect of south coffee
with that hint of chicory afloat
and now its yours truly's stirring a forth
that keeps forth frothing froth from froth
to froth the frothing froth from froth
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In this café of an abyss, named Shadows Blend
steam rises outta the moka, calls forth the coffee fiend.
Right into this inns, in its very first inning,
in walks the philosopher bro;
ever he really out of his pedantic burrow?
In just an instant, with a Sanskrit iced penchant,
Ahem! he out drew his brew, the neo vedantic Hebrew:
"is it really reel for the insta, or just, evening! déjà vu?"
The barista grins in, winks in to a thin nod:
“depends on thine current taste, oh mi good lord!
—are you now the very skeptic, or only jest dead god?!”
Such a mystique ballet, must mind my wallet, little else that I own
holding on to black-chain, carefully I tip-toe, lest I set off the crypto mine
to say, I may, least make any pay, by the same cryptic coin.
Out of blue, in flew, guess who, by just then,
with not a word to utter, yet setting foot in auction
all full of gesture, out flutters a wry mime into action.
This jester, the guest of honor, her wits a whit forte,
with just a tip of hat, adjusting yer tie knot,
bow! she justed the brow-high stake.
A philosopher, a mime, and you, and I, add in to this cup of joe!
In this bar at lawn of life, what’s real, whats not barrette of lie?
Who knows, who cares, just come, sit-N-joy, ahoy, the whole ploy!
-:After Rounds and Rounds of I Talking to AI, Aye?:-
In this café of an abyss, named Shadows Blend
steam rises outta the moka, calls forth the coffee fiend.
Right into this inns, in its very first inning,
in walks the philosopher bro;
ever he really out of his pedantic burrow?
In just an instant, with a Sanskrit iced penchant,
Ahem! he out drew his brew, the neo vedantic Hebrew:
"is it really reel for the insta, or just, evening! déjà vu?"
The barista grins in, winks in to a thin nod:
“depends on thine current taste, oh mi good lord!
—are you now the very skeptic, or only jest dead god?!”
Such a mystique ballet, must mind my wallet, little else that I own
holding on to black-chain, carefully I tip-toe, lest I set off the crypto mine
to say, I may, least make any pay, by the same cryptic coin.
Out of blue, in flew, guess who, by just then,
with not a word to utter, yet setting foot in auction
all full of gesture, out flutters a wry mime into action.
This jester, the guest of honor, her wits a whit forte,
with just a tip of hat, adjusting yer tie knot,
bow! she justed the brow-high stake.
A philosopher, a mime, and you, and I, add in to this cup of joe!
In this bar at lawn of life, what’s real, whats not barrette of lie?
Who knows, who cares, just come, sit-N-joy, ahoy, the whole ploy!
Put on facade, we masquerade, this world a holy play -- we are our own foe!
As we all sit and sip, the froth brims forth to whip,
the cream that exists and blips;
that's the frappe's tip, worth a round trip.
As we all sit and sip, the froth brims forth to whip,
the cream that exists and blips;
that's the frappe's tip, worth a round trip.
As the final bill slips in, the froth starts forth to swirl;
this folie à deuxistence, inquiry pools in the whirl;
froth frothing froth from froth to froth forth the frothing froth!!!
this folie à deuxistence, inquiry pools in the whirl;
froth frothing froth from froth to froth forth the frothing froth!!!
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