…..A.I took the jobs and ain’t give no goodbyes, it’s cold as a dead man’s hold, you’ve been told, don’t fold; its too much time to go. A.I took the secretary and the receptionists jobs, can’t call out, can’t clock out, can’t even fall out, but if it crash out, it just needs a repair man named Sam, with a troubleshooting scan. A.I. Is going to expand from here to Iran, going to leave the world in a jam, you can catch it all on your cam, we gonna wish we would’ve ran. They working on A.I driving trucks, for low bucks, that’s going to suck. Before long we’ll have A.I doctors and A.l cops pulling up in choppers speaking to each other in doppler. I bet it only stop when A.I runs for office, politicians will say we can’t do this, put up their fist and piss a bitch, and they won’t be speaking French, be so mad they’ll make the weak flinch, cause a big stench, might even turn snitch, then we’ll really find out some shit. Like the truth about SARS, AIDS, Area 51 and colonizations on Mars, a way of living that don’t leave scars, no pollution and no wars, lil kids don’t even have to do their chores, it’s no one keeping score. Our lives has become a movie without the bad guys, now that’s a bore. A.I make me breakfast, is this what we’re shooting for, we already got self driving cars, cut the cord and go back to the drawing board, before Mother Earth starts to snore, we’ve pimped her into a whore we no longer adore. Maybe A.I can fix her, we just trick her, and put her out our car so the next John can score. We know the answer, get rid of us, now hush, you know we been living in gluttonous disgust, no fuss. Maybe that’s why we’re making A.I, to get rid of us, cause we’re to afraid to do ourselves in and next to kin. A.I can make it more pharmaceutical, more like a farm that’s not new to you, systemic self murder, hold up we already been doing that to; that don’t make me jump when it says boo, I’ll hit them with my shoe and start a coup, they won’t have a clue, they’ll be stuck like glue, right next to the blue, collar no dollar work until they holler, two steps from being a friar, its dire. A.I is gonna get the job. It will be the bomber, it’s no timer, it’s going to kill all the old timers, those that think they’re finer, and kids that think they can climb her, and everyone in between and unseen.