Aren't we doing a nifty job reinventing
Who we are and, by gum, who we would like to be?
Diddled here, fiddled there, discovered we're not free
And all we thought we owned -- well, we are just renting.
Sam Altman says revolution is in the air,
And not the Bob Dylan fun 60s unplugged kind,
With ribald middle fingers pointed everywhere --
No, but with AIs taking us up the behind.
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I can't say I envy what the futurists moon
On about, the transhuman wisdom ways ahead;
I am you as you are me -- I'd rather be dead,
before they can clone me, two-minute-hate my tune.
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Once dated a girl named Alfalfa -- no, I lied --
Left me standing at the alter; I cried and cried.
