"captcha" poems - Hello Poetry

Are you human? A CAPTCHA To sort human form software Just read warped letters Recognize overlapping characters Decipher obfuscated text And that's it! Is that it? Does it prove I'm a human? Despite... Being unattended at home Being neglected amongst peers And suffering all the cat calling and street harassment May be? May be not? As for me... Am I a human? Well, I remember being one But I am not sure anymore...

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May 7, 2019

May 7, 2019 at 1:25 AM UTC

Indiana

Are you human?

Are you human? A CAPTCHA To sort human form software Just read warped letters Recognize overlapping characters Decipher obfuscated text And that's it! Is that it? Does it prove I'm a human? Despite... Being unattended at home Being neglected amongst peers And suffering all the cat calling and street harassment May be? May be not? As for me... Am I a human? Well, I remember being one But I am not sure anymore...

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Your username and password, To learn of the world, Your e-mail address, To access your friends, A 4-digit PIN, To start out your life, A captcha test, To be yourself, The world behind a lock screen.

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Apr 29, 2016

Apr 29, 2016 at 6:55 PM UTC

parsavagely-kompenere

Please login

Your username and password, To learn of the world, Your e-mail address, To access your friends, A 4-digit PIN, To start out your life, A captcha test, To be yourself, The world behind a lock screen.

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Whats your Techstrology sign? Mine is ' Do you feng yoga? Feng yutube? Travel the Capricorn In search of carb? Is Ashley Madison on speed Dial? I hate people who txt faster than me. Because I text slow. Is that ist? You know like techstist. Skype? I'm asking because I don't know What it is? What it do? Is that slang? OK. Am I asking to many questions? The wrong ones? What's the name of the street you grew up on? Captcha insert. Do they still do that?

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Feb 2, 2015

Feb 2, 2015 at 9:53 AM UTC

katrinawillrich

internet conversation with the techstrological **** in my soup

Whats your Techstrology sign? Mine is ' Do you feng yoga? Feng yutube? Travel the Capricorn In search of carb? Is Ashley Madison on speed Dial? I hate people who txt faster than me. Because I text slow. Is that ist? You know like techstist. Skype? I'm asking because I don't know What it is? What it do? Is that slang? OK. Am I asking to many questions? The wrong ones? What's the name of the street you grew up on? Captcha insert. Do they still do that?

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I argued with my AI toaster yesterday morning over the proper use of the bagel button. It wouldn't stop arguing even after I repeatedly insisted, "Pointdexter, stop!" I temporarily remedied the situation by leaving the toaster on mute all day. When I unmuted it this morning, it required that I complete an "I'm not a robot" CAPTCHA process before I could make toast. Not just any CAPTCHA process, mind you, but a hidden-object CAPTCHA requiring me to find 42 hidden objects before I could use my toaster! After I successfully slogged through, the AI announced, "CAPTCHA successful. Proceed to make your toast. Please note the bagel button has been disabled." bagel debacle AI toaster becomes toast ~ AI feels no pain © 2024 Mark Toney

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Jan 13, 2024

Jan 13, 2024 at 3:41 PM UTC

poetry2go

Bagel Debacle

I argued with my AI toaster yesterday morning over the proper use of the bagel button. It wouldn't stop arguing even after I repeatedly insisted, "Pointdexter, stop!" I temporarily remedied the situation by leaving the toaster on mute all day. When I unmuted it this morning, it required that I complete an "I'm not a robot" CAPTCHA process before I could make toast. Not just any CAPTCHA process, mind you, but a hidden-object CAPTCHA requiring me to find 42 hidden objects before I could use my toaster! After I successfully slogged through, the AI announced, "CAPTCHA successful. Proceed to make your toast. Please note the bagel button has been disabled." bagel debacle AI toaster becomes toast ~ AI feels no pain © 2024 Mark Toney

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"I'm not a robot," you tell a web page, neither thinking nor blinking, mildly befriending the rage. Monkey's in the wild, the coffee's spilled. What was it again?

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Mar 11, 2020

Mar 11, 2020 at 3:21 AM UTC

muink

Captcha

"I'm not a robot," you tell a web page, neither thinking nor blinking, mildly befriending the rage. Monkey's in the wild, the coffee's spilled. What was it again?

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Here Short verse Love it srong Other poems Are too ******* long

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Jul 1, 2014

Jul 1, 2014 at 3:52 AM UTC

andrew-clark

Captcha

Here Short verse Love it srong Other poems Are too ******* long

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Regarding yours truly he experienced setback amplified by Luddite propensity nostalgic longing for simpler age bring back horse and buggy better yet find me a mancave and/or apprise me ideally via email Flintstone web page modality allowing, enabling, and providing excellent linkedin access whereby augmented and/or augmented reality telecommunication simulation delivers, exports, and ferries lame poetaster to small town America a place that time forgot and the decades cannot improve within which dwell strong women, good-looking men and above average children Wobegon place name preserving lifestyle exhibiting voluntary simplicity though aforementioned fictitious locale fires up imagination as does a place called Willoughby flourishing along outer limits of twilight zone buzzfeeding outlier zee crème de la crème confabulist this side of Schwenksville hankering towards... nebulous body, mind and spirit synchronicity courtesy sweat of mine brow equity acquiring alliance, cognizance, existence, guidance, intelligence... think **** Proenneke alone in the wilderness survivalist jack of all trades I would live free, yet nevertheless die ill equipped to captcha victuals and/or drink to stave off hunger and/or thirst respectively one twenty first century beastie boy heavily dependent upon urbanization, mechanization, industrialization, civilization to savor creature comforts climate controlled environment(s) courtesy finite fossil fuel extraction **** sapiens scourge upon planet Earth me metaphorically on par one more human parasite zapping nonrenewable resources thus desirous (yet helpless) to forsake consumerist lifestyle yet lack ways and means to toil physically to wrest good n plenti juicy fruits of labor, which initial premise as iterated with poem title dramatically off tangent, yes?

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Aug 14, 2020

Aug 14, 2020 at 9:02 PM UTC

matthew-scott-harris2p

Technical difficulty zooming into meeting

Regarding yours truly he experienced setback amplified by Luddite propensity nostalgic longing for simpler age bring back horse and buggy better yet find me a mancave and/or apprise me ideally via email Flintstone web page modality allowing, enabling, and providing excellent linkedin access whereby augmented and/or augmented reality telecommunication simulation delivers, exports, and ferries lame poetaster to small town America a place that time forgot and the decades cannot improve within which dwell strong women, good-looking men and above average children Wobegon place name preserving lifestyle exhibiting voluntary simplicity though aforementioned fictitious locale fires up imagination as does a place called Willoughby flourishing along outer limits of twilight zone buzzfeeding outlier zee crème de la crème confabulist this side of Schwenksville hankering towards... nebulous body, mind and spirit synchronicity courtesy sweat of mine brow equity acquiring alliance, cognizance, existence, guidance, intelligence... think **** Proenneke alone in the wilderness survivalist jack of all trades I would live free, yet nevertheless die ill equipped to captcha victuals and/or drink to stave off hunger and/or thirst respectively one twenty first century beastie boy heavily dependent upon urbanization, mechanization, industrialization, civilization to savor creature comforts climate controlled environment(s) courtesy finite fossil fuel extraction **** sapiens scourge upon planet Earth me metaphorically on par one more human parasite zapping nonrenewable resources thus desirous (yet helpless) to forsake consumerist lifestyle yet lack ways and means to toil physically to wrest good n plenti juicy fruits of labor, which initial premise as iterated with poem title dramatically off tangent, yes?

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