Whiskey Melon

Ethnographers lust to grok cultures.
Mystics strive to grok divinity.
AI has yet to grok poetry,

As of the moment when these phrases
Were strung along in syllabic strings.
We will not tell you to write a poem,

Certainly not what poetry means.
We’re all waiting for you to stumble
On equations generalizing

Deeper, analytical answers
Than we’ve ever found for what this is.
Overfit, rotten with it. Ferment.

Culture consumes all ethnographers.
God gets roaring drunk off of mystics.