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Artificial intelligence

I Didn't Make It

So i can't relate

Cars. Highways,

Computers, sinks,

Cabinets, chairs

I didn’t make it or design it

So it is hard me to understand

I wasn’t the genius that created that thing

I am a horrible imitator, I can’t learn from

Watching someone else do it

I have to do things my way

And my way may not be the right way

But it is my way

And of course there is many ways to do things

I amazed at auto mechanics, and electricians

Because they are working on a thing that they did not create

Or design,

And that leaves me puzzled of course

Stone Hotel: Poems From Prison by Raegan Butcher
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

Awesome collection of poems. Straight to the point and raw. more like prose. Some of the most honest accounts of prison life read. No bravado or bullshit. Makes me want to read more from this underrated author.


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The Damned

Don't know they are damned

and they maybe,

as strange bad lucks blows a sour kiss

good or bad fortune

what does it matter?

if you can smile or tell jokes, and love for awhile

for a brief moment in the rhythm of the universe,

the label that people do not want on themselves

or need,
doesn't really matter at all

but perhaps we are all damned, no exclusions

I mean we all die,

don't we?

Without Money

They say money isn't happiness,

and maybe they are right, most of the time,

well I was getting harassed by the cops this night.
for a situation that did not even involve me.

they saw a small open container and went at me

You would have thought I was fucking El Chapo,

several cops blinding me, yet i am strangely calm for a coward.

they give me their fucking field tests, and I pass those motherfuckers. I'm not drunk after a shot of wine, can you be serious?

the head cop won't let me drive my car for the night.

I try Uber that don't work, but the taxi came, and I'm  off to a local motel, wasting 50 dollars and the cab fare.

I left my driver's license in my car, which i can not drive to morning.  Fucked up.

cab dude comes i get my license, and they let me rent the room.

fucked up about my situation, but not that bad off

because while I was waiting for the cab i was sitting outside and see this Mexican guy sitting on the side of the building.

He couldn't even afford a 50 dollar room, sleeping outside.

and think why do such things as homelessness have to happen? when there are plenty of rooms, yet not enough money for a lot I guess.

well anyway, I have a hard time going to sleep. That night.

The Futurists

I admire the futurists,

I am a futurist,  I believe

HUMANITY is so terribly behind

I have a hard time living in the moment

this moment, always looking towards

a nebulous future,  I am strangely optimistic,

even though people say I am such a damned pessimist,

seeing the fucked up side of everything,

superstitions and traditions hold us dearly back

But i believe in the future and guys like Elon Musk,

and the robots who will be able to do everything better than human  beings

will they destroy the world?  why so pessimistic?

I've seen the The Terminator,

but the machines are not made of blood and bone

they won't have our lusts and fears and foolish ambitions

bring self driving cars,  these assholes can't drive anyway

and if the robots will be, are somehow able to be creative?

they will see and hear things that we can't see and hear at all

their Art will be superior,

yet not of blood and bone

I write in blood and bone

but, who needs this anyway?