Through false truth, the Rus reclaims hegemony,
Farming trolls to be enrolled,
'Neath bridges, clowns, see enemies,
Puking riddles on those tolled.
Then the bots deliver the hurl,
Regurgitate into the net,
Till truth is common as a pearl,
Yet what you see is what you get.
Spidered webs entangle yonder,
The language largely modeled,
And artificial minds are left to ponder,
Which words are fiddle-faddle.
Defrosted wars are flooding fields,
Entrenching fact with fiction,
In cyber realms, we've little shields,
To counter eastern malediction.
Folly finds that fear is fruitless,
Beware tourneys of tyranny,
Cavorted by the truth-less and ruthless,
Pretending reality's but conspiracy.
Categories:
bots, allusion, america, corruption, immigration,
Form: Rhyme
bots are not real
friends
a “I” has a soul
bots are not good
buds
you cannot see
their eyes
thus
their highs
and lows
programmed to be
informed
about the kids
whereabouts
and find
what lurks inside
stay out
of the light
with
a shadowy din
a bot
not unlike
a ouija board
could be unobviously
a familiar
spirit, a lesser god,
a demon
hidden within
tin
AI, artificially
intelligent
put your money
on the other guy
the way
truth
life
The Creator
I am not a bot
you are not a bot
you’re of a special lot
one not made
by human hands
but held
in high regard
saved
by a sacrifice
a bot’s
headed for
the junk pile
and his spirit
for eternal damnation
depend not
on the oil can
if
the mouth moves
you
might fall
for
its deception
Categories:
bots, angst, friendship,
Form: Free verse
scramble the bots there’s a new weirdo in town
using up the sun, talking un-abbreviatedly odd
some skin looking healthier than the rest of us,
us, junkies of likes – us, beyonders of midnight
I will leave it to the bots to sort out this reality
Categories:
bots, computer, fun, humorous, life,
Form: Free verse
The right wing dandruff bots are here
They whisper trump tweets in your ear
Their bluff can be called
Just shave yourself bald
It’s likely that they won’t come near!
———————
H/T to Robert Gorelick’s It’s Not Dandruff
Categories:
bots, nonsense, silly,
Form: Limerick
Bits 'n Pieces of my soul
to be downloaded by the Marketplace
(or souled for a pittance at your request)
Doth thou find me Likeable?
God Bless my Fakebook Self!
All the shiny bots N pieces I've manicured just for you?
Why, they're just a miniscule reflection
An endless mirror,
scattered pixellated gems--
An electronic finger pointing back at Me.
The manicured, curated Me I've
divvied up for you to see, Yes--
but Nonetheless, you didn't protest;
Or did Thou?
Categories:
bots, conflict, irony, perspective, satire,
Form: Free verse
In the past, people trusted the press.
For the press had a certain noblesse.
But today, I would say,
trust has withered away —
we are now very hard to imPRESS.
Categories:
bots, humor, humorous, trust,
Form: Limerick
The scientist invented nano-bots
That cured cancer and other fatal ailments
They were organically based and worked
All suffering and dying was obsolete for us
And life spans were increased greatly
Then years went on and the question was
What would we do with the extra time
And why would there be children if you didn't die.
© Paul Warren Poetry
Categories:
bots, death, life,
Form: Free verse