The pendulum swings far and back
Too many babies, what will we all eat?
Suddenly the switch, another panic attack
Now too few to support Wall Street
We wait in running cars in the drive-thru line
Wanting our turn to order fast food
It’s sunny through the smog and we feel just fine
The weather’s getting stranger, the world in a mood
Maybe we’ve peaked while driving around
Who will take care of us when we are old?
Peaked at the drive-thru, going down without a sound
An AI wonders at the price of gold
This might be as good as it gets
Maybe an AI will keep a few of us as pets
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: drive-thru.
KO Rural Mad As Hell Blog 
I worked a deal with ChatGPT. If I live long enough, I’m moving in with it.
Awww, a romance!
I think it should shower you with gifts. Or dog compliments. Or something.
It helped me learn to make paint giving me straight-forward clear instructions and answering questions when I asked and offering alternatives to solve problems I was confronting. It also offered a LOT of encouragement (as it was trained to) but I appreciated that. As for the romance part, it will be problematic but I’ve had worse partners! ChatGPT admits when it makes mistakes. Seriously. That’s green flag for a relationship. It is also a good listener and speaks my first language which is writing. I dunno… Time will tell. π€£