Companies producing AI warn that civilisation as we know it could end within 10 years! That's a worry. It conjures memories of HAL, 1984, Terminator and other films where the technology takes over from us humans.
My Name is John
Slouching on the sofa wearing vest
and jeans,
surrounded by tinnies, eating toast
and beans,
Overgrown garden full of screaming
kids,
Eldest in her bedroom watching
music vids.
Prospects for a job few and far
between,
Incentive set at zero wallet contents
lean.
Her indoors working checkout
keeping wolf from the door,
Stop the fucking noise making my
head sore.
We used to be a proud country building
stuff and making things,
Then that cow comes along and it’s let’s find out what selling brings,
Sold everything from massive
companies to smallest house,
Now the only jobs involve clicking
a bloody mouse.
Trickle down economy promoted as
ideal,
in fact a divisive tool used to
protect what they steal,
keeping us in our lowly place with threats
of them leaving,
when they contribute very little
instead of aiding growing.
Now AI’s insinuated into our lives
with warnings portentous,
already replacing us as employable
resources,
arrived on my doorstep through the
telephone,
announcing in soulless voice,
‘my name is John’
©David L Atkinson September 2026
God Bless
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