AI-men

I know nothing of codes and bots

These algorithms and exponentials

These masters of matter, matter me not

My linear mind full of potentials

But I know weather, and outlooks dark

Cause our new god is artificial

Keyboard lords know future’s stark

This world without jobs soon official

Next year they’ll celebrate their AGI

And we’ll be told, it’s for our good

To our old world you can wave goodbye

No more questions of would and should

Cancer’s cured, all hearts are healthy

Energy’s free and foods aplenty

This brave new world where all are wealthy

But lean in here and listen gently

There’s one small thing on path to win

Some crazy years of bloody transition

No greatness without some small sin

And those still alive in a great position

In four short years unraveling begins

A devastating whirlwind built by men

For this new nirvana of no ambition

For a world without purpose, Amen

The Garden of Earthly Delights, by Hieronymus Bosch