Tri Budhi Sastrio
There are two basic rules for the boss:
First, the boss can do no wrong;
Second, if the boss do wrong,
See the first basic rule for the omphalos.
But Goldberg's Blunder Book shows
That immortal fight against the Reign of Errors
Is lasting forever, we all make mistakes
So that's why pencils have erasers.
'Do you ever admit a mistake?'
The Dallas's Victim asks his counterpart
The Red Bear, the Iron Curtain leader Khrushchev
Who came for policy talks.
Of course, that is the reply.
In a speech before the 20th Party Congress,
I admitted all of Stalin's mistakes!
Ha, ha, ha ... he laughs joyfully
Meanwhile the DV laughs silently!
(tbs-kas/sda2005-R13122024)
Giving the title of this poem to the AI Poem Generator creates an astonishing result.
In the empire of mistakes, we dance with flaws,
Our steps entwined with the shadows of our past,
The melody of our missteps, a haunting refrain,
Echoes of our errors, a symphony of pain.
The walls of our kingdom, built on foundations of fear,
Their battlements adorned with the spoils of our doubt,
The gates of our fortress, guarded by the sentinels of our tears,
The drawbridge of our hearts, forever raised, no way out.
In this realm of regret, we wander, lost and alone,
Our footprints vanishing in the sands of time,
The desert of our mistakes, a barren wasteland,
The oasis of our dreams, a mirage, a fleeting rhyme.
But even in the depths of this darkest night,
A glimmer of hope, a spark of light,
For in the empire of mistakes, we learn to see,
The beauty of our flaws, the strength
of our humanity.
So let us embrace our mistakes, let them guide us,
To the treasures of our hearts, and the truth of our souls,
For in the empire of mistakes, we find our true worth,
And the power to rise above, to soar on wings of gold.
If we add many other key words such as 'Blunder Book, pencil, eraser, Khrushchev, boss, Kennedy', then the result is:
In the empire of mistakes, a tale is told
Of a Blunder Book, where errors are bold
A pencil once wrote, with a mind so free
But the eraser soon came, to correct thee
Khrushchev, the boss, with a plan so grand
Wrote a book of blunders, at his command
But Kennedy, the leader of the land
Saw the errors, and took his stand
The pencil and eraser, in a dance so fine
Together they wrote, a story so divine
Of mistakes and blunders, of trials and strife
But in the end, they found a life so rife
With lessons learned, and wisdom so true
The empire of mistakes, will see us through
For in the end, it's not the mistakes we make
But how we learn from them, that we undertake.
This time no need to give a comment because if the mistakes discussed not in a proper way or in diligent way, the result can be more mistakes.
