Mushrooms
In the woods
Digital art

I thought I would let my auto-fill write the following poem, and then I edited it a bit. It has nothing yet everything to do with mushrooms.

The words are mine, spewed back at me by a machine trying to learn me.

The first thing I did
was to be a part of the world,
and I have to say that I am not a fan.
The most important thing
is to prevail over the past few years.
If the answer is no way well, I think
I will have to breathe and rest.
The world is going to be the same.