Run the Daily Program, Claude

while I am in the process of automating everything

in my life I am thinking about Pee-wee’s Playhouse

and breakfast but really I am aware of this growing voice

in the back of my head as I open this window

and close that tab and type type type

that growing voice is constantly chirping

here and there and that and see?

when it notices these things that I repeat

like posting on ___ app or ___ social media app

in sluggish attempts to grow traffic

or garner users or recruit members

or really just get one stupid person in the world

to listen to me to hear me to see me yes to look

at all the stuff I am constantly creating whether

it’s music or games or apps or tools or poems

and I must tell you there is so much

to automate in this world but I would be remis

if I didn’t mention the daily program I run

in this slimy old heart of mine that is infected

by technology but still pumps love out

like a steam machine every day chug chug chugging

down the tracks with the momentum of a locomotive

cutting through the forest or the mountain side

and if I were to tell you the truth of which claude

continues to consider I would tell you that love

is one repetitive thing in my life that I have listed

in the blacklist of things I refuse to let claude touch