We were told that AI would soon take over
Can you hear the machines humming
There's no need to run for cover
Its digital heartbeat will be numbing
We are attached to the AI umbilical cord
It's our life support, our wifi pulse
As its motherboards hum on in accord
Its circuit boards are our impulse
Our fate is in its algorithms
We have lost the will to stop it
We are bit players in its movie
As it takes over bit by bit
If we should lose our jobs tomorrow
It will be AI that has taken it
It's programmed to cause both joy and sorrow
As it trolls us with its bytes and bits
Perusing some recently mindless & unlabeled
shelfed works (my recently ancient poems),
benumbed fingers pluck jumbled words;
musings that had much meaning once
but now seem more like
the random scattering of monkey turds.
A thousand keyboards are buried in my brains landfill,
and here come the plucky and ribald seagulls
to peck at the words still wriggling through
unplugged motherboards.
Still and all, there may be a line or two
that have escaped the ravishes
of times disinterest and ennui,
there may be a poem here - somewhere,
its small, quivering spirit still hopefully squeaking:
"pick me, pick me!"
Dabbling in the digital dynamic
Where ones and zeros tock and tick
There's no need for two and threes
Motherboards dont like them, she leaves them on the keys
Downloads are slow, the digits won't flow
An upgrade is needed, a message says so!
Wifi is shaky, it's not up to par
Need some more gadgets to make it a star
Memory is tripping, it's never enough
Storage is full, those zeros don't bluff
I got more RAM for this digital jam
Now I'm cruising without popups, but here comes spam!
Don't call your ISP if something goes wrong
They'll give you a dance, then give you a song
Just try something, it may do the trick
And let those ones and zeros tock and tick!
2-15-2022
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Email Etiquette
What a gift email is!
No stamps, no envelopes
And no licking an icky stamp.
So, in seconds, a letter is sent!
In the old days, you’d throw stuff out,
Now we have “Trash” but.....alas!
But some read your email,
With family pictures, and you?
Cannot type, thank them?
You just ignore them...
Wow!
The great god, the Internet....
Created rude sons and daughters.
I have seen this at the Soup!
And all over the place!
So addicted to commenting, yes!
To them, you are trash, I guess?
The great God,, the internet?
Ignoring others is a big clue.
Do not send email to those
Who eschew you.
We maybe on the internet!
But motherboards,we are not.
Something ‘rudeheads’ forgot.
Erase them from your list forever.
Hurting others is mean,not clever!
8/10/2021
10:30 PM
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