chat gpt

there was,

once upon a time,

an era on earth,

where one

would read for information,

we'd open up a book

to educate

ourselves. to the local

bookstore

we'd travel,

or the library, with our

library cards

frayed within our wallets.

perhaps

there was an old

set of encyclopedias

in the cellar

inherited

from the old folks

now gone.

we'd painstakingly thumb

through

the thin pages

to find a fact or two

buried in the tiny print,

but now

there's

a woman with a lovely

voice at the end

of the line

who is more

than pleased

to tell us everything we need

to know.

she's available

24 7,

long after the bookstores

and libraries

are closed.