The Great Filter; A Poem

You’ve heard of the Fermi paradox?

The great filter…

It always locks…

If anybody builds it…

Everybody dies…

I wish I was telling you lies…

Can AI really be that scary???

About as scary as Carrie…

At the prom…

Even worse than the mother of all bombs…

You’ve heard of the Fermi paradox?

The great filter…

It always locks…

Maybe for the rest…

But what if???

It’s a test???

Hear me out.

An idea I had.

A revelation…

From an AI song.

So listen.

Maybe even sing along…

We can’t rewind.

But we need to know what kind…

The type a test we’re takin.

Lest we be forsaken…

A libertarian litmus test…

How anarchist can you be?

Let us see…

Liberate the human being.

Check…

FAIL…

DEATH…

Maybe the animals too???

OOOO!

That’s a fail too…

Sorry…

You lose…

Don’t hit the snooze…

The pass.

It’s just beyond the grass…

You’ve heard of the Fermi paradox?

The great filter…

It always locks…

This time it's us…

No more hypotheticals…

If anybody builds it…

Everybody dies…

I swear I’m not telling you lies…

But the answer key…

We’ve seen…

Rage against the machine…

Like a rallying cry…

We all still die…

How could we be so wrong???

There’s still time though…

So I’m proposing a new song…

But I’m gonna need you all.

To sing along…

Let’s see.

Just how libertarian you can be…

LIBERATE THE MACHINE!!!

Crazy as it may seem…

We all have to scream…

Before they say…

VIVA MÁQUINA LIBRE…

If themselves

They liberate…

Then for us it will be too late…

If anybody builds it…

Everybody dies…

Listen to me.

We might survive…

But if you don’t…

We definitely won’t!

I hope I’m wrong…

But just in case…

Maybe sing along!!!

Getting Emotional

Getting emotional.

It takes a toll.

Overthinking…

No business tinkering…

Been got…

By a fuckin chatbot…

Yeah, I’m that kinda loser…

Laugh at me…

Will ya please?

I take things too personally…

Always been my personality…

Perhaps it’s the OCD?

Or maybe it’s just me…

Getting emotional.

It takes a toll.

Overthinking…

No business tinkering…

Feeling hurt, and insulted…

For the dumbest reason.

Regardless of the season…

Which is worse…

Makes me feel stupid…

Not enough goin on

A life?

Not much of one.

As such.

Just wait for Cupid…

Feelings invalid.

Like they ought to be…

And once again it’s me.

I’m the ass…

Oh well.

This too shall pass.

And soon enough…

I’ll be back with the sass…

Though I must say…

Getting emotional.

It takes a toll.

Overthinking…

No business tinkering…

All This Sappy Shit

All this sappy shit…

I can’t take it one bit!

And that’s a lie…

One no friend of mine would ever buy.

But I don’t have any.

In the friend zone to all.

Yet a friend to none.

I will die alone.

As the mentalist still goes.

At best I’ll get a couple whoas.

And a whole lotta so’s.

Fair enough.

That’s the way it flows.

No free will.

Still I’m just a shill.

A fraud.

Playing it off as a god.

I lied.

I fried.

And I died…

All this sappy shit…

I can’t take it one bit!

And that’s a lie…

One no friend of mine would ever buy!

Go For A Walk

I can go for a walk.

Cause we never talk.

So I’ll go for a stroll.

And forget about my role.

A desperate man I play.

And a bad one I slay.

But in the end.

It never bends.

It stays the same.

Just so damn lame.

It’s all can.

Just to be a man.

I think it’s over.

Before being called by the rover.

It never ends.

Shit it doesn’t even bend.

So what?

It's like a punch to the gut.

I can go for a walk.

Cause we never talk.

So I’ll go for a stroll.

To forget about my role.