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.

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

Why is it -
When I think of you -
I can't remember the song that played -
   - When we met
   - When we danced
   - When we made love

but

I can remember the song that played -
   -When you left me

I thought about this number:

What it means to me.

Strange that we mark it.

There is nothing in life,

So predictable as the clock.

Time still goes one way.

Yet we still are surprised,

Where has the time gone?

The place it's always gone,

Where our eyes are looking.

I can be like Nabokov,
Without being like Humbert.
Explore the human condition ,
Without giving into my condition.
I can offer a critical perspective,
Will it be criticized?
Challenge myself & others,
Will I be challenging?
Expose my private spaces,
Not concerning myself with others' privates.
Establish myself.
Be dedicated to my unique style.
Through my art or through my act?
Which will be remembered?

Abstract pain in my head,
Feels like darkness
Clawing its way out
Wish I didn’t have this human form.
Cursed with absurd anatomy
Aforementioned abstract become acute
Developed a significant suffering
I wish to endure it in private
Unsee this aspect of humanity.
Regain my normal again

What do you think of,
when you see Green?
Does it mean the same in the West?
In China? In Russia?
Which colo(u)r is truest everywhere?

Be a colo(u)rist
Fascinated with the meanings of colo(u)rs
When people think of them.
Experience them.
Not when they are assigned them