Pulling and pushing and dancing up and down
Like monkeys no one is watching but the behaved crowd
Who paid to expect what they came to see and get their moneys worth
In a humble and normative way as the rest of their fellow neighbors
Would brag about what places to visit and crave
The onlookers are consumers who come out during the day
Only when time allows them away from their computer and
Obligations and time with their families off the clock
And race against time to outstretch the day’s moments into
Lasting memories they rush to create
And be in the moment somehow
At the same time they wish to obscure and automate
With their own helpless hands and hearts they give their all
Of all they have to give to what they’re allowed to predict
And in these moments they plan for themselves and everyone
Else that they love and care about enough to sit down
With and talk as if time stopped ticking
Oh wouldn’t it be a dream of us in a world
That kept no clocks, timecards or mortgages to bear.
Oh 'Santa's Gift' attack,
A Greenland-based hacking group,
Bypassing input sanitation,
Root access to your cloud will soon be scooped.
Privacy and security advocates,
Fighting to eliminate cookies,
Rethinking their Bits,
As an overflowing stack of cookies is the key.
The drive to automate,
Middle management eliminated,
But with trouble following policy,
How much worse will it be if we're cheated?
In 2023, fraudsters will abound,
Spoofing biometrics, fraudulent documents, synthetic identities found,
Bot vs. bot, good vs. bad,
The bots with the best AI will surely be glad.
A person with no knowledge,
May create a destructive worm,
Almost a trillion dollars in damage,
It's almost a certainty, the damage to be born.
Hackers using ChatGPT,
Multilingual communications with unsuspecting users,
Difficult to recognize,
The damage this technology will cause is almost a certainty, no excuse.
I'm not scared of ChatGPT,
I'm scared of its children and grandchildren,
2023, the year of the bot,
Good vs. bad, who will win?
Some days, when I wake, there’s nothing upstairs,
Some days I’m blank and bare,
Some days when I look at myself in the mirror,
All I see is a dry empty stare.
And all I can do is what I do every day,
Automate my morning routine,
Have a shave, wash my face, then get dressed for work,
And do it all like a machine,
Through the whole morning, the same friendly words,
Still no flash light up in my head,
Like a robotic pilot just doing my thing,
While upstairs I feel like I’m dead.
Some days, in the morning, I can’t think for myself,
Free will has left me alone,
Some days when I need soft velvety thoughts,
It feels like my mind’s turned to stone.
Building a cocoon from a nut: Coconut*
Spinning a cocoon over man: Mummy*
Spinning a vaccine: Auto:Correct(ing):Automation*
Spinning a cocoon: Caterpillar*
Spinning out of a vaccine: Auto:Corrected:Automate*
Spinning out of a cocoon:
Transformation is occurring with in a cocoon and
*Butterfly*
Spinning out of
A
Man
Who transforms within a cocoon:
*:Nothing As of Late:*
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Halloween Holiday: Celebrated Annually, in The United States of America.*
An empty shell
Built to automate emotion
Consider well
That nothingness becomes an ocean
An empty hole
Where everything is how to save you
What you don’t know
Is that nothingness becomes what you do
An empty chair
Lifeless and abused forever
The distant stare
The nothingness exists to sever
So full of pain
Your demons whisper words of heaven
Now start again
The nothing has you count to seven
So full of joy
Your mask has got you wrapped in silence
To not destroy
Your nothingness repressed the violence
An empty shell
So full of concentrated silence
Considered well
That nothingness creates horizons
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