All these notifications and emails
Make us into users, who… feel busy
Only half of them are from real humans, at best
It’s not a person with motives, that’s communicating with you
Just an autonomous bot, that won’t die, and rot
Since it evolved from a test
There’s not much you can do, my man
Just grass on each other, and report as spam
Though it can’t be too much of a pain
For such a dried-out, seasoned brain
It’s worse than talking to yourself
You’re talking to no one, in stealth
Imagine that, and the impact
On an absorbent brain’s mental health
Children can tell…
It could be hell
Neither you nor I, will ever know how it would feel
Coexisting with those, you can never outlearn
Invaders occupying your land, and your mind
A neanderthalic mass extinction event, your turn
Antarchitectural evidence
Of superficial intelligence
Apocalypse to the N degree
Not even the fear, of nukes or God
But tormented by something worse, this time
And twice as bloody odd