He      was      born            ,            and     left     home
and    went to live    there:playing      in     the  noise­
and   supporting   himself.   Over  time  he   became
cryptic.                Statements such as                     tags,
named                underground punk                 whose
paintings began to attract attention in the art world.
Fame,             “We don’t collect art..”    This does not
capture the            spirit of the art           that coincided
with                   polarizing opinion.    Government and
the                           culture wars.            he was acutely
Aware  racism     was  in the reception,           with the
stereotypes.                                              in the art world.
Celebrate and symbolize it.    Saw his situation in this
                                connected to an
                           American history rife
                    with invisibility, and paternalism,
  and he often used his work to directly denounce these injustices
and hypocrisies. Before his tragic death at the age of twenty-seven,
He  expressed  boundless  creative  energy,  producing  wonderful
                                               art

Completely absurd until it isn’t.
Bread and circus
That’s the purpose
A love of spectacle,
To the confusion of critical thinking
Now we see ourselves exposed,
Lies spreading unopposed
Scandal after scandal
Faster than we can handle
Nationalism disguised as patriotism,
Folk tales that camouflage
Atrocities this country wants to dodge
America's brand of mythology
Wealthy oligarchs theology
Manipulates the psyche of the working class
To maintain their power en masse
One has to laugh or you’ll cry
Crises become a circular pattern,
And we find everyone mentally blocked.
Things no longer make us shocked:
Completely absurd until it isn’t.

The founders wore wigs
Glorious toupees of wool
When their powdered aplomb
Felt the pinch of pennies
Pulled from afar
They called on the uncoiffed
To free their funds
Freedom relies on sacrifice
Funny how those that fall
Rarely feel the lasting effect
The rich describe the taste
That others never get to eat
Make it great again?
For many it never was
It’s not lying, technically
He may make it great
But for a very specific
Definition of that word
To a very specific few
He’s not wearing the same wig
He’s pulling it over our eyes

I’ve got some words here
Some of them may rhyme
Some of the time
There is a message
And I want you to like it
Because maybe then
I’ll feel better about
Not being that great
But still keep reading

I am just making a safe guess
FOR these predictions have not yet come true,
ONE thought helps us think about the future
AM I wrong here?
WELCOMING Humanity to a merger
OUR minds and machines
ROBOT and human together
OVER the next few years
LORDS of all that we/they survey

Can seem like magic.
Put in prompt:
Out comes poem
“Isn’t that what you do?”
Out of thin air conjure up something new
Recover patterns, create rules
But users can also invoke these tools  
Reference other creators’ works by name
On their unlicensed works train
Mixes not sufficiently transformative
All the words in the world relived
Pulling from my own data pool
Am I also being a tool?
Your going to steal it anyway
So go ahead and copy away

It captivates the heart
That is but a small part
From the very beginning, it is obvious,
To this undiscerning, undeserving audience
You can argue that it is at the top of the list,
Beloved one that cannot be missed.
It brings smiles to all ages,
Even years after the story made pages
Then, predictably, more followed,
These works never shallowed
Captivating over and under
A true legacy of wonder.
One of the most famous that exists today,
Long before the world came its way.
This year I walked that path once more,
And still found joy in the lore
The atmosphere - so unique, so bright,
the real thing, even in a different light
Frees you for a moment from worries and strife,
And takes you on an adventure, full of life.