When the AIs get us down
on pity's pendulum table
we better tell them some truth
whether we prefer damnless clark gable
or the hitchhike gams of betty grable
everything we've known rides on it --struth! --
when the wiseguy AIs come round
.
Well Wagner's heavy tubas will have to weigh in
that gassy German Goethe spirit gloomdoom boom
virtueless (O so!) violins had to reinvent themselves
to reach such shrill over the highest C. Make room
for the twilight of idylls, God in a chromatic tomb,
and cruel ring fires, of course. We'll need scapegoat elves --
let's see if the Jews are up for some krystal defenestration
.
I myself am leaving here and now and being -- all yours!
Alas, alas, I've been driven stark raving sane. I won't live
in a world without illusions to hang my magic hat on,
a horror roarer pointing to the sky. And I don't give
a flying buttress if the cathedral dissolves through the sieve
of the pixie dust, and the pixilated con,
the grifting lost empire of the ancient gypsy whores
.
I don't care what they say (seriously)
I won't live in a world without love (deliriously)
I just won't
won't
won't
won't
