Future Looks Like A Bunch Of Pretty Morose Dinner Conversations Poem by ed purchla

Future Looks Like A Bunch Of Pretty Morose Dinner Conversations

It's hard to imagine
That someone might've said
'When I grow up,
I wanna be an
Assessor of
Existential risk.'

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This poetic form is called a Gogyohka, not found on the list. As usual, this site turns double quotes to single quotes for some reason.
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