Artificial Sentience

Artificial Sentience Another bad idea doing a number on the gist of guilt Of nothing new, the same old talking points voodoo Of everything left to prove Of everything left to hide Sides being taken, swilling back another last gasp Zoning in and out, coming to To all those pointed questions: What must be done? Which paradox to run? What will be the sum of none? Avoiding the cringing flashbacks and their disgraces All those stern mitigating faces Plying what might resemble admonitions to-go Contritions missing from that room without windows These erratic fevers whamrushing setpiece pushbacks Acumen fraught with blowback is doubling down on the narrative The behaving-badly-caving, jonsing-gutcheck—not so much Clutching the darkthings that want to be, but are not yet actually Conjuring of a reality that is not real The feel of it rather, its scintillating untruth Earmarking spurious tipping points as proof Swooning for a forced, rigid control of thought and meaning No need of rights, only rules and preening Lying lifers living the doom and getting lost Transparency shortfalls sexting another buff buzz-off Fast tracking dosing options; hedging the flux, spiking the crux The bottomline wants to know why the Dream has been shorted Ideals aborted and thrown under the bus Seeing the freakyfest as a possible mid-term plus Dumbing down, tarting up, that’s the stuff Just greenlight another post-consumer grubby gimmick Just mimic substance with happytalk galore Just don’t let them strip away the tinsel to reveal the real cardboard