On the occasion of writing a poem
With speech to text text knowledge he
Looks at the diving board with disdain.

The old rules are unwritten the new ones I'm fashionable. Where in this present tense does anything really exist?

So think Yahweh for technology.
Thanks Zeus for our manners.

And pretend love is a blanket but does not smother.
In the end only we can define what new territorial contests will be created by speech to text technology and the vipers nest contained there with them.