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Poems of the Week
Bot-Licking
by Nora Jay
“The updated model that underpins the AI chatbot and helps inform its answers was rolled out this week—
and has quickly been rolled back after users questioned why the interactions were so obsequious.”
—The Guardian
The model underneath AI
Rolled out, then in, directly. Why?
Just too obsequious! (I guess
They trained it on the White House Press.)
Dulce et Decorum Est Pro Patria Situm
(Sweet and fitting it is to posture for one’s country)
by Neil Doherty
“Mr. Trump told aides he wanted to make it back to his golf resort
in New Jersey before the end of the day.”
—The New York Times
I’ve spent a few hours in Rome …
Did somebody mention decorum?
Zelensky is heard, Pope Francis interred,
No time for the Trevi or Forum.
I’ve snubbed other shindigs in Rome.
Who cares what the foreigner thinks?
There’s no need to wait on more heads of state
When I could be out on the links.
Spaced Out
by Thomas Germana
“Fresh from space, NASA’s oldest full-time astronaut said Monday that weightlessness made him feel decades younger,
with everyday aches and pains vanishing. … [He also said] he threw up all over the Kazak steppes upon touchdown,
the result of feeling gravity for the first time in 220 days.”
—The Associated Press
As aching returns to replace
His extraterrestrial grace,
He doesn’t look good,
But who the hell would?
I think we should give him some space.
To Ronan
by Julia Griffin
For Mary; after Ben Jonson
“Scientists [in 2013] showed that Ronan, a resident of the Long Marine Laboratory at the University of California, Santa Cruz,
was the first nonhuman mammal who could be trained to keep a beat, including moving in time with music. …
Researchers recently decided to test the 15-year-old sea lion’s skills again and showed that not only had she improved
her ability to bob her head in sync with beats, but she is even better than most humans at doing so.”
—The New York Times
Come, my Sea Lion, let us prove
How a flap-eared head can move.
Time will not be ours forever;
Timing, though, is always clever.
Spend not, then, your gifts in vain:
Though you lack a human brain,
Still your head deserves a crown
As it’s bobbing up and down.
Why should we withhold our cheers?
Though you’ve reached, in human years,
Fifty-odd, your whiskers’ whirl
Proves you still have got it, girl;
Judging from your Facebook views,
You’re the craze of Santa Cruz.
Oldies all, discard your fear!
Ronan’s better every year,
First non-human on the scene:
Pinnipedal Bouncing Queen.
Developments
by Clyde Always
“NYPD puts out steamy, cleavage-bearing wanted poster as it looks to bust sultry robbery suspect”
—New York Post
Juggity-thuggity,
Lucie the fugitive
showed, in a pic that’s been
widely discussed,
two very prominent
idiosyncrasies,
leading police to her
newsworthy bust.
Nope
by Thomas Germana
“‘I’d like to be pope,’ Trump told reporters outside the White House. ‘That would be my number one choice.’”
—USA Today
He’d like to be pope, he (half-) jokingly said,
Appointed the pontiff in Francis’s stead.
Believing he’s holy, he’d have it arranged,
Ignoring of course that he’s wholly deranged.
Courageous Climbers
By Marshall Begel
“At a mountain resort in eastern China… officials have spent millions building a sprawling network of outdoor escalators
designed to deliver visitors to the summit of a 1,500-meter mountain…”
—Vice
Must mountain vistas be reserved
for those considered steely-nerved,
who learn to keep their fears in check
in preparation for the trek?
Or should such sites be modified
so anyone can take a ride
up multitudes of moving stairs
(that likely need nonstop repairs)?
Although a trail may be expanded,
no fate is worse than being stranded,
and those who count on moving parts
are people with the stoutest hearts.
Can, Won’t
by Dan Campion
“President Says He Could Bring Back Wrongly Deported Man, but Won’t”
—The New York Times
I won’t, and you can’t make me, see.
I’ve got my own reality.
What I say goes. It’s what must be.
That guy’s a gangster. Just like me.
Contracted Clause
by Julia Griffin
For Tam
“A Michigan federal judge… ordered an East Lansing, Michigan, firm called Dragon Lawyers PC
to stop plastering its pleadings with a large, suit-clad purple cartoon dragon, saying it’s not only
‘distracting, it’s juvenile and impertinent.’”
—Law360
A purple dragon in a business suit
Will render an attorney’s action moot.
From this unprecedented case we find
The scales of Justice are a different kind.
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