Groupchat Poem by Raj Dronamraju

Take him not me
He thinks this is funny "He was short as a child then he gruesome"
Expected an iron reward, instead was ignored in dead end road shabbiness
Take him not me
Your self confidence is landfill, no support and no foundation

I wonder if worldwide wrong is served along with lattes at your nearest global coffee chain
But here they are - the flexible accused
Are they bots or are they real? Is there anything other thanlife?

He admired her simulation
In group chat, unreal avatar summons up long ago memory of a life where people spoke to each other in person
Greeted one another
Met up in person

In person,
Impersonalpresence
Where the moderator has forgotten his purpose
She is the machine in the ghost
Revives the beating heart of human purpose