/Imagine

(after John Lennon and the McCartneys)

About the Author

JL Tooker is a semi-domesticated dream herder and part-time translator for runaway muses. She once tried to write a serious poem but was ambushed by metaphors with top hats and unresolved parental issues. When inspiration fails to return her calls, she consults an ancient AI oracle disguised as a Word document. She currently resides between dimensions—somewhere between caffeine highs and cosmic longing—where she curates Wander Words, a Substack for story-weavers, stargazers, and those who believe punctuation marks have feelings.

/Imagine

Imagine there’s no more AI
Hard to comprehend
No GPT to guide us
No autocomplete to lend
Imagine all the knowledge
Tucked inside one chip
Giveittome...

Imagine all the static
Destructive little joules
One zap’s all that’s needed
To crash the botty tools
Imagine all the writers
Writing on their own
Notmeohplease...

You may say that I’m just lazy
But I’m not the only one
AI’s my super hero
And my Muse is on the run

Imagine no more Wi-Fi
No internet in sight
No chatbot besties bantering
To help me write at night
Imagine all the poets
Waiting for their muse
Ohnonono...

You may say that I’m just lazy
But I’m not the only one
AI’s my backup singer
And my Muse is on the run

Muse on the run...
Muse on the run...
And the publisher and contest judge
Were searching everyone
For the Muse on the run...
Muse on the run...
Mybad—that’s another Beatle

Imagine.