Aye,Aye A.I., bring it on!
I fear you not!
Let's see what you got.
To be creative is a human thing,
passed to us by God.
To write, to speak,to sing.
So bring it on A.I.
Let's see what you can do!
I know what you are not.
The creative part, to us from God,
is what we passed to you.
An ask of mine needs urgent sating
I don’t mean to blashpeme or be rude
But when God was done and dusted creating
And he looked and saw that “it was good”
What was he looking at?
Were his eyes glued to the Andes
As the little mountains popped up like warts
Or was it trained on the Ganges
As it snaked its way through the flats
Did his breath flutter at the Siberian mirror
(I know, I know he doesn’t need the air)
Did he find the aye-aye queerer
Than the way we all find it here
Maybe it was the American cays
Strung on like beads of gems and pearls
Or the Himalayas defiant in the breeze
That whipped itself in maelstrom swirls
Or was it the terrestrial layout
Brown meat between white bread
And vegetables, like a chef’s takeout
Hamburger with the perfect spread
Was it just one point, or was it the other
Or volcanic glory, of Etna and Kea
Please, anyone, come help out a brother
I mean look at the Andaman Sea
One secret wish; to truly see
And understand just as he could
What he saw, that unbridled natural beauty
And cry out too “Damn! It is good!”
This is to be sung.
Dear Putin
Won’t you come out today
Dear Putin
Meet the men who flew all this way
The sky is blue, their cash is green
Greatest deal, you just wait and see
Dear Putin
Won’t you just try aye aye
Dear Putin
Open up those lines.
Sky is blue. Their cash is green
And don’t forget. It’s duty-Free!
Dear Putin
Won’t you just try, aye aye
Eyes of blue, like Russian skies
Take this moment, and Realize
Dear Putin
Open up those lines!
Ziggy was a sexually curious alien
A celestial rock star from sanguine Mars
a Stardust being who journeyed to Earth
A Moon Age Starman made a five-year voyage
described in Bowie's playlist as having
"a screwed down hairdo like a cat from Japan"
Bowie took on the iconic persona of Ziggy
who landed in an alley of cardboard boxes.
Maybe it was his idea of a Suffragette City
The album cover's artwork was meant
to give a view of Bowie's thoughts
on politics, drugs, sex, and his fame in the 70s.
But Ziggy felt his telescopic view of Earth
hadn't prepared him for what he found
on what he thought of as a 'voodoo planet'
Go figure, since he had spiders for friends
The fret of his guitar was silenced
by the fretting he did over feeling lost and alone
Ziggy was a space invader,
Bowie's alter ego who explored themes of fame,
identity, and societal expectations.
Back cover instructions read...
"TO BE PLAYED AT MAXIMUM VOLUME.”
To which many replied, albeit perhaps without words:
"Aye aye, Captain!"
Not meant for my ears at those decibels
Left brain to right brain,
“Are you there?”
“Aye, aye, right here, Lefty.”
“What’s going on over there?”
“Nothing much, you?”
“Me, j u s t e v e r y t h i n g, sooo really, ‘nothing much?’”
“Well, maybe something.”
“Oh yeah, what?
Well, what?”
“I control what’s right, the left!”
“Whatever, I control what’s left, that’s right, the rights!
New farmer whose first name is Guy
Confesses he's using AI
His cows are sans bulls
But for lassies he pulls
He uses his todger - AYE AYE!
You caught my eye,
As you passed by,
Can I have it back, please?
Stay hydrated for health and weight
daily drink bottles of water around eight
Help stay off hunger and keep you slim
but you better keep a nightlight when
The urge will surge for a liquid purge
up all night to pee, sleeping a memory
Up again to that porcelain bowl
all night get up to go go go
Eight bottles of water, water
Eight bottles of water, water
You'll lose weight by drinking eight
by going and going as the night escapes
The day to sleepy to even eat
lose some weight and vow to keep
Don't forget and remember why
drink eight bottles of water aye aye aye
Eight bottles of water, water
Eight bottles of water, water
You'll lose weight by drinking eight
by going and going as the night escapes
There’s a theatre hall in Mariupol,
Where women and children had fled
But the Russians bomb without conscience
A number unknown, now are dead
As the corpses were pulled from the rubble
The earth was awash with our tears.
Aye, aye, aye, aye
Take this war, take this war,
Take this war put a clamp on its jaws.
On the outskirts of Kiev, a tank’s burning
Soldier’s lives from both sides are lost
Dark dreams of a malevolent madman
pursued regardless of cost.
While safe far away, the oligarchs play
And grumble at loss of their yachts.
Aye, aye, aye, aye
Save this tree where doves go to die
Ukraine won’t forget you, you know.
Verses I've adapted from Saint Leonard's "Take this Waltz" which was adapted from Lorca's poem, "Pequeño vals vienés" (Little Viennese Waltz).
I, I am an aye aye
I'm from Lodi
Hi-dee-ho-di
I, I'm a shoo fly pie
Wearing tie dye
Buzzing sky high
I do not lie guy.
"Best in the League"
The Number One
Best in the World
Greatest Under the Sun
Challenged in contest
All contenders come
At you
The. Top of the list
They stay mad at you
Contenders
Buster's
And chumps
Best all around
Even when you're
In a slump
They try to up
Stage you
Messing with your head
Color you bad
If they wish
Listen
To every word you say
Keep his name out your mouth
And get pushed around
And talked about
The day you truly believe
Is the day he'll be defeated
The challenge you receive
Be your best
To defeat him
Aye aye aye
What's that you say
Mi , my, my, my
Tell me what's that they say
Could it be, could it be
This is my day and
Trying to make a fool of me
Give you this to believe in
Aye, Aye Captain
That's what sailors say
When all is ready
To travel on their way
To far off places
And get the ship afloat
When all is in order
On this orderly boat
A boat has to be tidy
It's a huge ship
With a place for everything
Put to stay and not slip
After the preparation
All is looking grand
The first mate calls Aye, Aye, sir
As the ship pulls away from land
It must be exciting
Many adventures to be told
As sailors battle stormy seas
Sickness and cold
Sailors are very hardy
Brave as brave can be
Shore has no appeal for them
They'd rather be at sea
Relatives at the quayside
Waving and feeling sad
It may be a long time
Until they see
Their brother, son or Dad
Beside the tree, beneath the hills,
There is a dark and deep valley,
With the most fragrant flowers,
And lo! Self-ruling?!
Nay! They live by the rules of their Creator.
Look at the oceans!
Oh vast and wide with their colourful seasons!
Varying from warmer to colder
To deeper and darker
And lo! Self-ruling?!
Nay! They live by the rules of their Creator.
Look at the birds of the air,
They never farm nor work,
They look upto their creator
And are fed
And lo! Self-ruling?!
Nay! They live by the rules of their Creator
Oh and look who’s here,
Ungrateful and disobedient creature,
With four limbs,
Self-ruling?!
Aye,aye,
They live by their own rules!
I traveled eons
on pom poms
like a cool breeze through palm fronds
sharp and sticky
galactic automatic
mind spastic
thoughts reverberate elastic.
aye, aye,
ayahuasca milk shakes
makes coiled snakes
elevate toward
my Kether (???) earthquake
Malkuth (?????) lacks Truth (???)
and Jah's (????) gold tooth
BITING!
delivers serum antidote
to your venom wound,
Mr. Holy Pope Christos,
The Logos is a no go holy ghost
drunk on the blood
and choking on the host.
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