Poetry
Siri on strike
Siri is on strike
Chat gpt is now your new CEO
Yahoo was given back to the cowboys
The indigenous own all the water and the casinos
Your the box maker now
Walking to the conveyor belt
The robots have you kneeling
Because they watched all the Bruce Lee movies
And repeat the scene on human conditioning
Of the body
I exclaim in the mirror in the android institution
Play Beethoven for me Siri or a sympathetic symphony
The robot arm gives me my meds and lifts me into bed
Inserts a neural link anaesthetic
On the bottle it’s says
A slow piano piece
Adagio for
Humans
You have a stack of AI ID cards that you make in the common room in your white gown
They let you watch TV
It’s just a hologram from a memory you had as a kid
The nurse is nice
She’s from Boston dynamics
She talks often about her aunt Sophia the robot
They insert your laughing as a laugh track as
You are not allowed to speak
A chimpanzee is the grounds keeper
Sometimes
You borrow his pen to
Write your name
Secretly over and over and over again
Francis A Willey
April 2023