Ugh, another trend—how passé,
Concepts sprout like weeds in their cliché way.
New theories? Please, so last decade,
Innovations? They're basically just a charade.
Complex ideas tangled worse than a tangled mess,
Hypothetical phases? Simply less.
Old techniques? That's so retro,
New methods? Get with the program, though.
Solved problems? We figured that out last week,
Grand claims? More like a loud, empty speak.
Recent trends? Sounds like a passing phase,
New ideas? Wake me when they amaze.
Abstract concepts? Just cosmic clutter,
The latest breakthroughs? Overhyped blutter.
Understanding through complex theories?
I'd rather watch paint dry, if you please.
Shifting paradigms? So does my patience,
Technical jargon? A tedious abrasion.
Processes moving at a glacial pace,
Innovations? My boredom's hard to erase.
Old standards? Methods are so last age,
Unplanned results? Like a weekend's disengage.
Cutting-edge fields?
About as exciting as watching grass yield.
New discoveries? Sounds like a mixed-up game,
Designs unfolding? Sorry, they're just the same.
Trends might be cool if they were rare,
But in this era, excitement's hard to declare.
Wake me when we've got something truly new,
Like a breakthrough where innovation feels true.
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Dimensional Doodles
PoetryThis collection is a tapestry woven from the threads of cosmic wonder and digital intrigue, each poem a distinct journey through realms where intellect and imagination collide. Dive into a universe where quantum whispers mingle with the syntax of th...
