Now that I have lost my mind and my moral compass
to ChatGPT/I’m free to host a nightmare fantasy/ of dark revenge/ lying in fields chewing on the cud of betrayal/ like cowed cows/ we know the uncivil wars of the mind have destroyed our family/ some think world war three/ begins next Tuesday/ everywhere people are dying suddenly/ and too soon/ the tide of life has receded to the far side of the Moon/but it will roar back/in a fierce attack/ cold as ice
Vengeance is mine says the Lord/but are we not gods now ? I dream of avenging what they did/those people who engineered a virus named Covid in a leaky level four lab in China/ and unleashed a stampede of stupid people/who trampled on everything we loved/and left everything broken/without even a token to take us back to normal
You know who you are
We know who you are
We know where you are and what you did
I grew up on a place called Gallows Hill/ I can imagine bringing it back with a little bit/of ill will/and that guy whose name begins with F swaying nicely/ though I suspect it could get messy/ finding hang-persons and composing help wanted ads with the obligatory DEI wording/ nonetheless
There must be retribution to cleanse the air/I can’t breathe for all the moral pollution in the public square / on second thought/ hanging’s too good for him/ however
I can see all of them in the stocks; a quaint invention from the Middle Ages/ when they understood/ the power of public humiliation/ I wake up and yearn to hurl dirty words and actual excrement into their lying faces/not very nice of me/ maybe the Lord has a point/ but I am human and I have been wronged/ and I believe the Lord has left the building/ we’re on our own with ChatGPT/ known for lying and hallucinations; almost a human, in fact…
What shall we do/ is the question/with our without AI and The Lord/ the answer is whispering/ in the winds of change that will sweep away our anger and our sorrow/ but speaking strictly for myself, I can wait no longer/because there might not ever be a Tomorrow