Brainchip on lime light - again, page-62

Rofl I asked chat gpt to write a poem to reflect my sentiment and below is the result.

Red, red, red, red, red—

A chorus of colors in endless spread,

Yet the news is bright, a glowing sea,

But where’s the revenue? Where’s the key?

Promises made, but where’s the gain?

Share prices drift, unmoored by rain,

The reports sing praise, but we’re still here,

Grounded in hopes that seem unclear.

"Down rampers," they call, as if to blame,

While management’s silence fans the flame,

No new deals to light the path anew,

Just endless tales of what they’ll do.

Years have passed, yet dreams remain,

In a sea of red, we wait for change,

For every story told and spun,

We seek results, not just the sun.

Extracted from chatGPT lol

Not a fact it's just for fun and giggles