| It's really quite amazing. Inspired by your example, I tried to make it create something which nobody could have thought about before: Write a deep poem about life, death, and the website Rotten Tomatoes The result: Life is a fleeting flame A dance in the endless game We come and we go Leaving our mark, but never to know What the future holds or who's to blame Death is the great unknown A mystery, never to be shown But Rotten Tomatoes, a website so bold Attempts to rate our stories untold As if life and death can be bought and sold. But in the end, what does it matter? The ratings, the reviews, the bitter chatter For in the grand scheme of things We are but fleeting moments, the faintest of flings And Rotten Tomatoes, a mere blip on the radar. |