In English class, we have been writing poetry for the last few weeks. Here are some of my poems.

Memetic Hazard

Is there a hazard in learning?
Can an image or an idea corrupt you?
Hurt you?

Can inception weaponize?
Enter an incorrect credential and die?
Seems a cruel weapon.

Short of torture.




Do souls exist?
It’s impossible for me to know
if you are conscious.
Likewise, you can’t tell if I am.
Minds can’t meld to be sure the other

How many machines does it take
until suddenly out pops a sentence?

How many nerves does it take
to feel?

Do humans even feel?
Or do we just claim we do?


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