the gypsy up the street sitting
on her stoop
smoking a cigarette,
she's got a beer
between her knees
and is nibbling on what looks
like fried
frog legs.
there's a for-sale sign
in her yard.
moving? I ask her.
yup, she says.
i'm nearly out of business.
this stupid
AI
is taking over.
damn that Elon Musk
and his little
minions.
you ask AI a question and it
tells you
exactly what might happen
next.
i can't compete with it.
on my best days i was right
just half the time
as you well know when i told
you to go ahead
and marry that woman.
i haven't used my crystal
ball in months
or my Tarot cards.
i'm selling everything
this weekend in the neighborhood
yard sale.
Ouija boards,
half price. a black cauldron,
and some
magic potions, you name it.
an old broom too
that i used to ride around
on at night.
i think it may have been your
ex-wife's.
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