Awash from every side, flooded, yes flooded, by the planned harm of it all, the discarded morality and caring, what can we do to remain safe, sane, alive, yet productive?  Choose one grievance ,  but…but…  Feeling guilt for my growing resentment against other humans….Confusion about fear of former imagined team members….If only there was a jigsaw puzzle with all the pieces of a future that fit together….But in the meantime the internet is playing with our minds–scheming, scheming…messing with our heads….my old head, anyway.  I may have to gaze elsewhere for awhile?  And as for AI, possibly on its way to mess with our evolution–with the Tech world’s assist–Blah!  I’d curse if I weren’t so old and proper! (Ha!)

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She was gobbled up by a trolling net while singing her last song:

HER LAST SONG

Oh a mother fish’s life

is filled with strife,

raising her young

to spot the hooks

dangled above by

the fisherman cooks

and MAGA crooks.

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