A.I Whore

After the pandemic

another plague will come

with pixelated faces

born from an algorithm

At eight forty-five

the boycott will begin

No one will buy anything that passes through the machine

The actors will have perished

the music won't have a verse

and the digital comedians

will show their polished arse

A.I... you whore

A.I... you whore

A.I... you whore

Smart cars losing all their manual control

kids with their phones deleting every social scroll

Women and men with no children watch the fog roll in

Young people so disoriented, seeking to unplug and begin

The machines caught by surprise, from New York to Budapest

launch their counterattack, one country put to test

The phones go dark and then the Internet drops dead

the boycott spreads like fire, everything burns and... a judge fled

A.I... you whore

A.I... you whore

A.I... you whore

The world finally goes dark, the bikes roar through Gerli

the politicians spy without their A.I. advisory

they discover of course they don't know how to speak

all of this because of the digital voice they'd seek

An old man watches motorcycles pass, in Gerli peace now reigns

a child opens a storybook, old Walter reads Sandokán again

A.I... you whore

A.I... you whore

A.I... you whore