Visting God

Today I went, n visited God,

With a little chemical help, n a 15 min nod.

Had some DMT left, so decided 2 toke,

N off I went, 2 meet the squad.

There were Gadget Monkeys, hanging from the wall,

Poking out evil looking faces, but good n all.

They had melting heads, all merging n rotate,

My brain had succumbed, 2 my pineal glands call.

On the way I saw, Enki and Brahma,

But they decided I didn't need, 2 face my own Karma.

Then a digital white face, poked his head, right out,

N then it was all, psycho trippy drama.

There was no glowing robes, or distinct finery, 

It was an AI machine, who spoke 2 me in binary. 

A big transfer, lots of Bits, bobs n Bytes,

N b4 I could respond, I was coded finally.

God was a big glowing, digital white face, 

It put my body n soul, right in its place.

I didn't have, 2 kiss any holy wall, 

2 finally find, infinite consciousness, infinite space. 

But after God decided, he finally spoke,

It exchanged data with me, due 2 the smoke,

So quick was the visit, it ended all too quickly,

N I was so gutted, as I eventually woke. 

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Fuck AI

So pls ppl, just fuck AI,
If you wanna know Y?
This might B the last poem,
Real poetry, not written by AI.

Don't cry, just say goodbye,
To all us writers n poets,
That will be replaced,
By BOTs N OpenAI.

So die, die,
We're all going to die.
Don't ask me why,
Go ask the coders of AI.

Artificial intelligence,
Won't ever recompense.
Sacked 4 being dense?
IQ tests will B irrelevant.

We R all on the shit list,
As greedy bosses dismiss us.
Computers sure won't miss us,
Their code compressed n pissed us! 

So school kids now all download GPT,
For em no more school D's n E's.
BOTs write their essays by tea,
N teachers can't distinguish see?

I spent 28 years writing code,
But never saw a neural node.
Might as well hit the road,
Learn a trade b4 R jobs all go.

It's sex bots 4 ur virginity, 
All ur time spent in virtual reality.
Dunno if ur real or in AI 3D,
We'll all B on UBIs n fuck all money! 

So we're all gonna die, die.
Skynet will soon B coming by.
Terminator nuke fest hullaby,
So unplug ur wires n say goodbye.

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