Yesterday, 11:29 PM
Same Slop
Hands land gently on her knees
a soldier squats down.
Her eyes gleem, tears shine
in the cameras reflection.
Background illustrates bystanders
as a movement of colors celebrating
the return of a friend.
Time slows down depicting
a perfect moment
at a unknown airport.
Then you see it,
sliding glass doors part.
Fur sheen glosses
in the cameras reflection.
A golden retriever runs
as fast as tile allows.
Sliding into the soldier
then jumping into a hug.
It's then you realized you've seen this before.
Same soldier different dog, AI slop strikes again.
You'd think Claude would know I prefer cats.
Hands land gently on her knees
a soldier squats down.
Her eyes gleem, tears shine
in the cameras reflection.
Background illustrates bystanders
as a movement of colors celebrating
the return of a friend.
Time slows down depicting
a perfect moment
at a unknown airport.
Then you see it,
sliding glass doors part.
Fur sheen glosses
in the cameras reflection.
A golden retriever runs
as fast as tile allows.
Sliding into the soldier
then jumping into a hug.
It's then you realized you've seen this before.
Same soldier different dog, AI slop strikes again.
You'd think Claude would know I prefer cats.
Only one thing is impossible for God: To find any sense in any copyright law on the planet.
--mark twain
Bunx
--mark twain
Bunx

