F*ck Off, Kato Sonnet
by John Kendall Hawkins
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I'm getting tired of sidekicks who can read my mind --
little Baba Looeys with scented egos puffed,
real life dandies on segways previously luffed,
who open the blinds and close with a double bind.
Flying monkeys straight out of Oz, the strange regime,
paddythwacking biddlebopping role enforcers
eager to transmutate, and join with the machine --
feudal master-slave retro dark age precursors.
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Make no mistake about it: AI will eat us
alive, our neurons become a cellblock, prison
come alive with that Vic Morrow Glass House frisson.
And Colonel Sanders will be along to beat us.
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Well, I'll soon be gettin' out while the gettin's good;
tundra monsters on the loose, and there will be blood.
