Corner of My Eye

Out of the corner of my eye I see there’s something for me to spy A phantom title I did not write Let’s do a reset, get it right There are so many, what do I do? Each one revealed, who writes them, who? I’d better put my pen to pad And fix this error from the bad My AI pal has struck again The lyrics are not what I’ve written I force myself to stifle a groan I only want what are my own A picture is a thousand words But my words? No! Don’t be absurd I never wrote that silly verse That makes my song go bad to worse The poet in me needs to thrive I need my own to come alive I’ll work to find the perfect rhyme I’ll finish up in my own time