Whose Life is it Anyway?
.       A. e I. o. u.
A virtual who knew.
A little siri a lot of algorithms.
What is right or is it true?
Am I writing this, or is it coming from You?
I before E except after C.
Artificial sweetener not good for you.
Not good for me.

That was the week that was.
“And All the News that’s Fit to Print.”
Appears on the masthead of our daily read.
Will creativity be abbreviated? 
Or replaced by a digital degree?

We write some prose add a lyric or two.
Original thoughts add a concept we construe.
Will our world as we know it.
Be more simple, more true.
Usurped by learning techniques wiser than me, bigger than you?

ChatGPT can create an AI text.
But our experiences we behold.
Recalling our adventures a computer code can’t unfold.

Keeping our erasers, our inkwells close by.
Our modus operandi holding our head towards the sky.
Our feelings are our treasures that can’t be taken away.
Regardless of the fact AI is here to stay.
          Take Two.
U of Instagram and Fb.
How to make the best Onion Soup or where to buy new crochet needles, we learned from Social Media. 
Whether it is paired with our morning coffee and a Kossars bialy or over a cocktail (lots of lemons) at days end. We scroll the ever loving, addictive mother lode. (insta.)
Who went where or who did what, come out come out wherever you are I know what you ate for lunch.

So just by chance so and so we were supposed to meet before the interview at the 92Y for sushi. I thought you had to babysit your grandchildren.
Opps posting is a b-tch, well certainly as our memory becomes a blur. 

So Bethenny show us the best chicken salad you are trying out today. And add a Melissa’s cupcake they are here to stay.