A CAUTIONARY JUDGEMENT

Smiths Birds

No matter what

Transpired

My friend

I caution

Against

Your judging

Your personal beliefs

Your haughty prejudition

Your righteous Indignation

Don’t be invective

You see

Don’t be quick to judge

He or me or she

For what’s been

Done to thee

For

Right or wronged

My friend

It matters not the sin

Who gets in

For in the end

Though I have my opin

I shall not rend it

I shall not

Judge the Judger

tom tenbrunsel

Carl Sandburg Writer 2023

Author’s Note: A word to the poet. I had to fight Siri tooth and nail in completing this poem you see, for Siri is AI dumb and thus incapable of comprehending me, opinionated, prejudicially programmed and far too quick to judge my mortal intentions or the nature of soul. Siri is artificial intelligence without a conscience and as such simply does not have the substance nor the capability to understand the Spirit Writer nor the nature of a higher being than he she-it and inept and confined to input from fools and as such fights me all the way in what I’m intending to say. Nor is Siri by its inventor, Dag*, capable of poetic license or subtle poetic prose without a fight.  Ultimately I think Siri is the devil’s work and has no place in either (poetry or poetic prose). Frankly, I find Siri and artificial intelligence quite boring. What say ye?

*Dag Kittlehouse, my friend from Winstone Heights Chicago, invented Siri and as such Siri is bound to mortal logic and  houdy righteous indignation and is ultimately, to the poet, a royal pain in the ass. In life, and when writing in the sixth sense, Siri simply needs to be turned off. There! Get behind me satanic Siri for I am mankind and I intend to stay immortally free.

Needless to say, I struggled intently with Siri in completing even this Author’s Note for Siri creatively resists change. Touché Siri.