#Poetry #Poem
NOT FINE AND IN DECLINE
by Bill Kochman
11-21-2025
Well, I wasn’t feeling too good,
So I then decided to go online,
I just hoped to find a solution,
So that I’d really feel so fine.
Now I’d heard about this chatbot,
Folks said it was really the rave,
So I decided to try the thing out,
Hoping I wouldn’t land in a grave.
How that darn thing impressed me,
I mean it really knew its stuff,
Why go pay to see a silly doctor,
Taking my money I had had enough.
Now this medical chatbot was free,
It knew all kinds of information,
Thinking of the money I had saved,
I was filled with so much elation.
No sooner had I shared my symptoms,
When that bot sent back its reply,
I didn’t understand all the jargon,
But I didn’t bother to ask it why.
So taking its advice on pure faith,
I promptly drove to the local pharm,
It never occurred to me even once,
That I could possibly do myself harm.
After all that chatbot was so smart,
It certainly knew much better than I,
Thus I took the meds as it directed,
And now here in bed very sick I lie.
Man, my temp is going up really fast,
I am sweating like you’ve never seen,
Down below I’m feeling kind of loose,
I think you’ll know just what I mean.
My heart rate is way off the charts,
I’m shaking much more than some leaf,
Won’t someone please come & help me,
I’m dead if I don’t soon get relief.
Now perhaps you may find this funny,
Maybe you’re laughing like some fool,
And even tho I probably deserve this,
Making fun of me just isn’t that cool.
Well it seems nighttime’s approaching,
Or is my light just finally going out,
I confess that I’ve learned my lesson,
Of that there should simply be no doubt.
Now if I should survive til the morning,
I’ll go online & give that bot my mind,
I will warn everyone to not do as I did,
So they don’t wind up in a similar bind.
