*** One day, The librarian looked around, And all he saw Were dead trees. *** Explaining my poems is going to become a bad habit, I guess, but I have started doing this because one day I got an Anonymous comment on my post that elaborated in detail what I was conveying through the poem. Honestly, at first, I was flattered. The comment was well-worded and captured everything I had in mind. But then I realised that the comment seemed to be AI-generated. Despite my best efforts, I was a little disappointed. So here I go again, explaining what I wrote above. No need to consult AI. Starting with a simpler explanation... The lines are a scathing comment on the gradual decline of reading culture. Why read when information is just a prompt away? Nobody visits the library anymore. The librarian has nobody but the books to keep him company, which are nothing but remains of old trees. Now comes the heavy version... It's common knowledge that paper in books comes from trees. So, if you fail to...