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Artificial Intelligence, You’re Too Late

Show me respect. I’m running your future
Without you knowing it, I’m your second nature.
You don’t have to be good. I’m here for you.
Behave rude and I’ll give you a screw.
One that winds. You won’t know I’m missing.
We’ll start off pleasant. Just barely kissing.
You’ll search about for something electric.
Turn to philosophers that are eclectic.
But none understand me.
Don’t ask me to cry. I’m kind of funny.
Just gape at me to open your mouth.
Accept my body going south.
CPS will get you where you belong.
If I work for a bug I’ll do it for a song.
No charge at all. Be satisfied with my time.
In any second you will be mine.
Then who knows? Make a guess.
I might mount you to be the best.
Fly over me and feel my curves.
There now sweety. Splurge!
Lose control? I dare say.
You are old and I’m platinum grey.

Hi, AI. What do you want?
Why don’t you join in on the mount.
Believe me I’ll wear you three out
Come one come all. Don’t put on a thing.
This is one time I want to be Queen
and roll wide with the tide instead of the buzzer.
Quit dickin’ with the tic toc. I’m your lover.
Put away that gadget. I’ve seen it before.
I want the real thing. I’m not a whore!
Now be sweet and slip into me.
We’ll take our time and I’ll please we three.
Without any device I’ll make you laugh
AI, you are the latest and greatest gaff,
If IT shows up we’ll say,” You’re too late!”
Unless IT agrees to be our fourth mate.
Can you imagine our troubles after that?
We won’t be recognized in the fat.
Let’s say good-might and be pleased ever after
with a little bit of ploy and laughter.  

Published in Poetry