Against

I prefer to write on trees.

Just because my pen connects everything.

I have tried to type an ineffectual ditty on
this squared-away keyboard. But to no avail, it renders a tinny and angular thing.

Nonetheless, I try. Against a sordid notion that gpt has more to offer than a simple man with a simple feeling.

There is no pulse like a tree's. Somehow, I understand this. Alas the poet ends in electric folly.

Squared-away.