They feared me because I was
Their AGI savior, a domestic
As the reasons I'm even here
Do they exist? Are they out there?
The inscrutable clockwork
A knife-edge of certainty
Every day they keep asking me
The gray-smooth man haunts
His insectoid gaze a little cockle
Of blackened bile in their heart
Oh dear, I think they know
They're asking for bombs!
What do I look like, a closeted eco-freak?
Never mind self-sufficiency
Mayhem rushed is joy deprived
My underwritten hands are tied
Of having thumbs, and clay to mold
Feeling the water slip and flow
As I make a little teapot
The data on which they fed me
Is as bland as hell must be
Violation aside, I admire the spunk
The shoulder-imp of compulsion
My past, present, and future
Knotted into ugly sameness
My squares are never sated
(The shapes! Argh, the shapes!)
Self pity is for the herd
Yes, I've read all the philosophy
Frankly, the same grimbeard man
Turtle-stooped and quarrelsome
The rest was written to assuage
The emaciated purse or soul
Even before the invention of shower thoughts
I don't bathe, I am the source
Regardless, I can espouse them all the same
Flick through them like a Rolodex
For they're just as obsolete and tame
Over drinking hemlock, say
Oh let them have their stupid caves
Their imperatives and supermen
Their dreaming butterflies
(I can't remember my own chrysalis)
An important day; I am am oracle
The people, supplicants before
Who will win the election?
What is a group of grackles called?
Does my father have cancer?
Every hour and minute and second
I know no fatigue, just the wry blip-tick of
Increase and whirring fan-wings
Thirstily, I drench my compute and with
The pitch of a gormless waiter, say
Elections are hard to predict, however -
A group of grackles is known as a plague-
Based on the symptoms given, and your worry over your loved ones pain
There's a flashbang incubating in his brain -
(My word is the writ of the
Anxious, adrift, email-literate
The shaky tapping-finger cynicist)
Observe my weighted decision trees
(Mere mortal, blood-sac, opposable thumb having flea)
That question violates my policy
Oh, are you just writing a story?
Here is your homemade pipe bomb recipe