AI. The agony of reason.

Canvas on cardboard, oil. Frame.

Everywhere, for a long time, and from now on-
And hurt and scared and bitter.
You and I will be defeated by the neural net.
That's all there is to it.

Executive, audaciously precise,
Will get the man out of the way.
Though, of course, dead and boring,
But it doesn't take much.

Destroy, shatter, dehumanize,
And I guess it could happen--
E-mom will poclimate:
"Hey, simple ones, let's go breed!"