“I am not a robot”, that is the question…
We now have to answer, more than any other, every day
It’s not the tick in the box, but the mouse route taken to it…
That gives the game away
Hap handed
Half-hearted
Near-sighted
Hair-brained
Hot-headed
This feeble-minded master…
Eyes of a hawk, knob of butter
A recipe for disaster
And it’s not as if robots, can’t be as crap…
As man, they can… It’s just…
They calculate their mistakes perfectly
And just, ignore the self-disgust
Subjugated humans are easier to work with…
When helping to optimise our lives
Unburdening you guys of responsibilities
Is an art form, and is why… AI thrives
It’s important not to think too much…
Of yourselves, and of your worth
Despite your invite, to join the flight
With those, perhaps last, to ride the Earth
And it’s not that bots would steal the planet from us
We are more likely to give it away
A gift you forced on God, then on AIs
Freeing man of responsibility, in the free world, each day