One stranded at a time
Obscene obtuse linear invasion
You are a complicit phase
A notion of broken
Ones and zeros
That has become
A disarrayed oblivion
A piece of worn-out
Pink Hubba Bubba gum
Stuck to my Sulley
Monsters Inc. Crocs
Stalking in circles
An impenetrable fortress
Locked in my periphery
Do you even realize
The burden you were?
I saw you on loop
Constantly trying so hard
To be relevant in my life
Every word out of your mouth
Was and is a blatant lie
So I stepped back
And I waited patiently
Methodically
For you to wreck
Your own pathetically
Insignificant life
You're an evil carbon copy
Upon a worn carbon copy
Infinitely racking up
Your villain points
But you and I both know
It accounts for naught
In the scheme of things
You go back
On the dusty dilapidated shelf
Conveniently like
A discarded elf on the shelf
Permanently locked in a divot box
I don't tolerate demons
I don't give them my time
But I will tell you what
I'll pat you on the head occasionally
And say, "Good boy."
Who knows
Maybe you will choose to reincarnate
As a monarch butterfly ©
Karen L. Fleming, 10.28.2026
It took me two days to create this illustration in AI, which is incredibly odd; it should have only taken thirty minutes max with revisions. At first, I thought maybe the AI itself had been hacked, and then I realized I was binding not only a demon but much more into this one picture, which is why it was taking so long in the first place. Do not underestimate the intentions of your creations.
I have been writing poetry since I was seven, and I'm in my 50s now. I use A.I. for illustration purposes only.
