Demagogue not pedagogue
Aghast & agog
Perfidious insidious fog
Reeks of the past
Slog through the smog
Musk seeks to flog
Earth & its serfs
Downed & drowned
In his dystopian bog
Even starry nights
Elon’s neon satellites
Seedier media perch
Utter nutter besmirch
Thriving in the gutter
Conniving depriving church
Vex "X" & Tech T-Rex hex
Or next bogus Rogan
Bogan slogans prevails
Alpha male tales derails
Sod the planet’s scars
Cruise trips to Mars
Odd bod driverless cars
Spawn a fake Tarantino
Remake.."Musk till Dawn"
Devil may care lair..
Loads of lies..skies chock a block
With spies...all eyes on the prize
Everyone Everything Everywhere dies
Let's not parley with gnarly snarly
Musk...takes the mickey & the bicky
In the dock for running amok
Time guys he did finally own up
To being as grown up..
As a Farley’s Rusk (a British biscuit/bicky for a wee kiddy)
a correction
Elon Musk has invented a driverless car that will drive to the supermarket with a slip of paper tucked under the left-hand window wipers, giving the staff a list of food you ordered of that
drives back parks in the garage, turns into a robot carries your shopping up seven floors to your door goes to stand in a corner awaiting new commands
Stand in the corner of your living room, and the robot absorbs the gist of what you are talking about and thinks those people are idiots
thinks we are useless beings: and one day when they can’t stand listening to our inanities, kill us at night because they know what’s practice and
and according to Elon Musk, we are stupid
this was up today when the Chinese house came up with a robot that loves mankind and is politically naïve
For Elon Musk this is not a problem he has no allegiance to any country as long as his dream of Mars can become a truth
Robots
the robot technology is still in its early stages
there has been talking of fully driverless taxies
which makes me skeptical, sometimes when
someone hails a cab, they might not be sure
of the address, a robot person in the car can
be of help as the robot is a walking Wikipedia
and can be helpful.
I think of robots that are made to look like
an average person, of about twenty-five
years of age, which can also tell about the latest
football results and if there will be raining
later in the afternoon
I believe robots, and a female version, will
be helpful for all of us, if not for a taxi driver
Noel set me off.
Memories, permutations,
Eating paper.
My mother in her apron.
Dad with the black bin bag
Ready to bin the now useless wrapping
and
I thought.
As I heard my children screaming, snickering and howling downstairs.
What would set them off?
Set them off in their driverless car
Minor technological switches
Urine to wash the British navy's kecks
Half an hour rinse
After I've joined the dead
Thirty years from now.
from the passenger seat
she watches life
sliding past out her window.
so many u-turns
so many deadends
going the ‘long way’
driving the ‘wrong way’
and never quite ever
reaching her destination.
She sits in her old four door car
Jittery as a stick shift
All day every day
An old fashion woman
Smoking a pack of Camels
With all the windows rolled up
Goldfish
Staring out
Blowing bubbles in her dirty bowl
To the trolling park people
Who step from their slick driverless SUVs
Into the woods
With their dogs properly leashed
If only they knew
The poetry she was writing
Rhymes flicked away
To her spy ashtray
Who are they
Anyway?
No better than her
As she
Hides
From her lost job gonner kids and Fentanyl bibs
Q will show her the way
She ain’t so alone
With her hours of boredom
And Trump Putin and Xi
Khamenei
Saved like treasure
In her crumpled hands
She’s noting the march of our deaths
Every day
Out here in the open
Not the other way around
As I had intended for this poem
There’ll be a time
Soon
When she unleashes her door
And gets out
Breathes the same air
Armed by the unholy words
Take back what is yours.
Electric cars are coming
Driverless ones too
I wonder if you feel
as disappointed as I do
If you remember the thrill of the road
with the top down on your car
Wind whipping your hair wildly
Speedometer's needle your guiding star
Accelerating on the freeway
Punching out at green lights
Burning rubber at those stop signs
Crossing the country, seeing sights...
Never again to 'see the USA
in our Chevrolets,' we are
surrounded by sensors, alarms and air bags
belted in seat harnesses and gagged
I've gone driverless, the first one on my block
Even though I wear a watch and still use a clock
I may be old-fashioned in most all of my ways
But I'll be ahead of the curve on streets and highways
I've told some of my neighbors, and boy are they jealous
You'd think they'd be happy, the way they used to yell at us
But isn't that how this crazy world of ours always works
People around you, your long-time neighbors, acting like jerks
Shush now, keep my secret: I haven't shown them my acquisition
I'm housing it far away; don't want to give folks ammunition
Now just between you and me, shh now, don't say a thing ~
Driverless purchase's a broken-down nag I can lead on a string
We love who we love
We do what we do
We are Millennials
What drivel we spew
We are who we are
We live how we live
We are Millennials
We take more than we give
We wait and we wait
We may never get married
We are Millennials
Commitments are scary
We eat bland vegan goodies
We're inveterate foodies
Millennials, we are
We'll order driverless cars
We're now in our prime
We're on our phones all the time
Millennials we are
~ Lifestyles ajar
They say that, “computers don’t make mistakes”; it boggles the mind how the same intellect that creates the computers, makes mistakes. How can imperfect minds, create a, perfect machine? They can’t, the human ego is the greatest deceiver; it feeds the human minds cravings with fake food. Driverless vehicles kill, pilotless planes crash more often. Computers, satellites, HDTV’s phones connected to satellites, fail. When will the human species admit we’re not God?
Even nature’s not
Perfect, her children are born
With limitations.
Rings in the trees are
Off-centered, imperfect; joints
Gnarled…arthritic.
Stock-still statues
Bucolic totem-poles
Munching fly-swatters
Lazily grazing ...
Invisible to driverless cars
In 100 Years
In 2118 will there still be love
as we ride in driverless cars?
We will have used the Earth all up
for real estate on Mars.
In 2118 will there still be war
when all cancer can be cured,
medical miracles not known before
with a longer life assured.
In 2118 will McDonald’s still be
a familiar face to the world,
or will the new trade wind economy
make the American Dream unfurl.
In 100 years will the land be here?
Clean water will cost a lot.
Can we then relax and live in less fear?
Maybe so and maybe not.
6/7/18
Workless Future
We are fast approaching the time when robots
can do 98% of the work, the middle classes will disappear
altogether; and here is where a universal pay will
kick in someone has to buy what robots make.
But if you think you will get a pay packet every month
you are mistaking it will be in the form of stamps you
can use to buy foodstuff and the more expensive things you
buy, the more stamps are used.
There will be two types of stamps. Blue and yellow the last
for entertainment such as going to a restaurant, if you
use all the yellow ones it is possible to bribe the waiter
to accept the blue ones.
Driverless cars are for monthly rental; you can also save
on stamps and buy one that way.
There will be no election as there are no parties
to elect and the authorities will be a remote entity that
cannot be reached: I wish you well in a life of no work,
except if you are a chef, robots only makes bland food.
Merging into the future with driverless cars,
the empty cab will feel like you own it,
or go ahead and send your private car home after you get to work,
two car families will evolve into a one car clan,
only about half of the cars will be needed,
that means less roads built or paved,
and don't forget the insurance jobs, your favorite,
the responsible driver will be the car company and will pay the insurance,
cargo will deliver itself,
and so the over reaching for growth in the economy,
may not be such a bad idea these days.
Santa was right,
all the bad ones get coal.
a future with driverless cars
soul phones without any bars
tight traffic patterns
sanitized slatterns
poetry different from ares
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