Poem: Chronogram

Consider yourself lucky not to be a
Hellbender living a life in slimy skin stuck under a
Rock in remotest Arkansas. Not that
Oceans are better metaphors for intelligence.
Nobody really knows anything anymore, but
Original thinkers have gone back to opposable thumbs.
Genius bars have two for one happy hours. You're not as
Random as your roaming calls suggest. You have
Access to personality
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