
A collection of poetry visualised through AI art The Poem Excuse me, I don't mean to be rude, But i'd rather not talk about my Monday mood. I had a bourbon for breakfast then ran into a metaphor head first! and i fear this is jus the prelude. [Now the whole world is spinning and my demons seem to be grinning dancing to the soundtrack of my misery] "Why is this floor suddenly so slippery!" THUD! I think they're winning.