Mamma ain’t the Fan of OZEMPIC,
She’s called Mamma of all Bombs;
Neither lightweight, no small talks;
The Heavyweight Champion across!
Not that attached with nuke sparse,
Mamma ain’t the Fan of OZEMPIC,
She’s called Mamma of all Bombs;
Neither lightweight, no small talks;
The Heavyweight Champion across!
Not that attached with nuke sparse,
Nothing shalt be visible, intangible,
As True Intelligence Remains Quiet;
It is the passive listener rather active,
And, it will watch the day after trials!
Only Jesters react on every occasion,
More than a Cup of Coffee & Lights,
Matters! What ambience it provides!
A myth, that only cities’ that are bright,
Can turn pleasure of sipping, divine!
Maybe near delightful river it unfolds,
We will discover new skills,
We will climb the new hills;
As we’re transistor thinkers,
Which makes us A.I. drinkers!
We’re Sand-Boxed on lands,
The inverse logic in now reversed,
Market sentiments in the parallel;
On Tech-AI boom Trajectory high,
Oh dear! All logic for thee! Surprised?
Lexes first come in her eyes,
Why say then or even write?
Bitter or better or being shy,
Split second enough to define!