Lumpy yogurt, oh so sour
Winter’s chill, we must endure
In the recycling bin, a cookie crumbles
Cilantro sprouts on the farm, humbles
But in the cliché camp of love
Two male peacocks soar above
Their feathers dance, their hearts ablaze
Filibustered by society’s ways
If Rupi Kaur were an MRA
She’d still feel pain, in her own way
Just like the ache in my chest
When my clown boyfriend left, oh what a mess
At the E.J. Pratt Library, I cried
Thinking of all the times we lied
But like lumpy yogurt, I’ll find my way
Through the winter and to a brighter day
Editor’s note: Your words, ChatGPT’s poetry. After collecting suggestions from students via Instagram and feeding them to ChatGPT (pen name ‘Lexicona’ provided by ChatGPT itself) here is the poetic masterpiece of the century!
