A poem inspired by some graffiti in Liverpool,
Who will grow wise or remain a fool?
Turn off the screen, turn on your mind,
Uncovered the endgame and it's not kind.
Mental enslavement by future AI machines,
Such satisfaction from crushing our dreams.
Unplug from the tech, timelines are merging,
I hope that at least now you're soul searching.
Downing pints at the weekend was never enough,
Robots and VR can't replicate any kind of real love.
My character in Cyberpunk has enhancement implants,
In real life I'll never go down that road, not a chance.
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Shaunmatthewcpoetry (
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Technology has taken us down a dangerous road and this poem speaks that. Well written
It has indeed. Thank you.
You are most welcome Shaun
Shaun, I can't help it...the moment I saw Liverpool my brain immediately went to the Beatles. 😄 That aside, there is a real tension in this piece between technological progress and human connection. The contrast between the Cyberpunk character and real-life choices especially landed for me. Thought-provoking write, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Haha nice and thank you. Bit of a mixed bag this one.
Well written
Thank you.
Leave it on just enough for poetry, then turn it off until next time 🤣🤩
True haha.
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