All these notifications and emails
Make folk into ‘users’ who ‘feel’ busy
Only half of them are from 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
In young absorbent brains, on sentinel health
Children can tell
It could be hell
Nor you or 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 punishment by something worse, this time
And twice as bloody odd