Poet Authority Poem Terminal

She was quite upset about it.

As you might expect.

Paul consoled her.

Told her he knew how she felt.

For you see just last week his phone died.

That was a stressful couple of days.

He imagined being outside for a while.

There was a woman with shopping bags.

He turned back to his computer.

Sat back down.

Smiled.

He started breathing more heavily around people.

It was only fair.

He shouldn't be the only one to suffer.

Gina made a salad. 

She plopped the bowl on her kitchen table. 

Recorded the sight for Instagram.

Pulled in her shoes.

Headed to KFC.

Peter got himself a dog.

He named the dog Peter. 

The decision grew frustrating.

He explained to the besuited guy that he was AI.

This meant he wouldn't have to be replaced in the future.

And more importantly.

It meant the fact that his responses to any question vaguely complex were wrong was irrelevant.

He called the police.

Asked for their advice regarding the evidence.

Best ways to remove blood stains,

That sort of thing.

He went on to suggest it was unrelated to anything he had just done.

And anyway,

He'd never do that sort of thing.

And he was asking for a friend who was curious.

Then walking.

A short distance ahead appeared a cafe.

Next thing he knew he found himself standing in a queue.

He opted for a few stretches while waiting his turn.

Eyed an extremely large slice of cake.

Something that would replicate the challenge faced earlier.

A few days passed.

'Which one?'

Enquired the barber.

A tussle occurred.

Police were called.

Scissors were removed from one man's thigh.

Grape Boy tried to shed his moniker.

Too many people knew.

They kept buying him grapes.

Grape Boy couldn't resist.

It didn't look right.

He got in touch with the police.

Informed them of a suspicious person

Hanging about in his house.

Pushed his way towards a wall.

The perfect view of the stage.

He would lean there for the next four hours.

Hissing at anyone who came near him.

This was his wall.

She perched on her sofa.

Fondled a straw donkey.

Stared at clogs.

Her mind racing.

Concocting fascinating stories for their countries of origin.

She slumped back into her Peruvian pillows.

Soon guests would be invited.

Parties would be timed with Lidl's themed weeks.

He demanded his roommate turn the Winter Olympics off.

He couldn't cope with all of that ice on display.

He insisted he could feel the cold spilling from the television.

'I can feel it Jen!'

Jub was on his knees.

Fingers jutting towards the speakers.

Engaged in a brief excursion with ice skating.

He didn't enjoy it.

He thought his blood looked bad on the ice.

He stared in the mirror.

Naked.

Indecisive.

There was no other option.

After some experience with the device he learned to utilise the wheel.

Ben enjoyed pushing the container.

Confidence grew.

He filled it with soil.

Found busy streets.

Pushed through crowds of people.

He imagined the conversations sparked.

The debates surrounding the contents of his garden.

Ben liked this.

He liked people thinking he had a garden.

His excuse that he was 'doing quality checks' started to wear thin.

Eventually the police arrived.

Jim tried to bribe them with chocolate bars.

This would be used against him.

The next six months were spent glued to his phone.

The family went ignored.

He pawed at the screen.

Desperately trying to block every recommendation that popped up.