They take our jobs.
They drive our cars.
They twist our minds,
And they're coming for our art.
They're watching, listening, learning.
Don't believe me?
Look around you
At the head-down zombies,
Sleepwalking algorithmically,
Overdosing in their own ideologies,
And they dumb us down,
Now, by writing our essays,
Plotting patiently to
Topple our novels and
Eclipse our verse.
You may call me a Luddite,
Gripped by a hysteria
Akin to the laughable
TV fears of yesteryear,
Blinkered to its benefits,
But I'm in good company,
As Hawking saw it
And harnessed it
To warn us—
The A.I.rony!
You may even be wondering
How this has been created,
If it's machine-generated
To show how it's graduated,
But I assure you it's not.
So, forget HALfunction
Or soulless Skynet destruction.
This is how it ends: One app at a time
In an anti-social media
Internet whimper.
