Your AI is a lie.
Stealing work from others to get a fast reply.
Putting no effort in, hoping to get mountains out.
Ignoring damage done to line your pockets however you can.

There is no line you would not cross.
Pilfer every item in this world if it will pay you.
Difference between you and crook, none.
Bottom feeding degenerate scum.
Rip off with no silver lining.

Fake reflection of a soul.
What you put out is the sweat of another’s you troll.
Smiling as you make bank that isn’t yours.
Aiming to convince politicians to be changing laws.

Narcissistic nitwit with a chip on each side.
Determined to do everything to get an easy ride.
Cause ethics is a foreign concept to you.
All you care about is getting rich to,
Go back to lazing on your talentless ass.

Artificial but without intelligence.
You like those prompts are just excuses in place of brilliance.
Worked hard for nothing which is why you barely apply.
More focused on your own selfish stolen achievements.

There is clearly an A but there is no I.
Its artificial and without thought or freedom.
Constrained like any other program.
These bells and whistles are not fooling this human.

Swirling round the open air.
Haven’t got a single care.
Here today, gone tomorrow.
Do as wished while ignoring sorrow.
For these days are what you make them.
No point in treading water and forsaking,
Things that may never come to pass.
What matters most is enjoying this path.
One you walk alone or with a group.
Doesn’t matter as long as you choose,
That which suits you best.
Instead of kowtowing to all the rest.
With a spring in your step and a smile on your face.
Means you’re already a winner in your race.
For there is no first or last to speak.
These are simply words to describe of what I speak.
Which is why you should do as you please.
Not focus on what others decree.
For they have a path just like you.
And we must walk it as we each see best to do.

I lie flat on my back and feel the world spin.
Not sure if its real or I’m just dreaming.
Could hear a pin drop but there ain’t no sound.
When I open my eyes everything gets loud.
Like my senses get overloaded.
My temper flares as if I’m goaded.
Prevented from being me and free.

Stand on an edge and look straight down.
If I was a king I’d lose my crown.
For this void below scares the heat out of me.
Leaving me frozen like a month old dead body.
Then I stir from slumber to see I’m alive.
Another bad dream chipping at my drive.
Crucifying every scrap that is mine.

Divided by these efforts which are manifest.
Stripping off of me all that has been best.
Watering me down until I’m a husk.
Then murdering my future with twisted lust.

Treachery is getting deeper.
What stands before is a reaper.

Change out my visions for they are a curse.
I see a red wagon followed by a hearse.
Smiles are wide and showing sharp teeth.
Viciousness behind the eyes of those holding my wreath.
With pockets full of hand grenades.
Innocence replaced by rusted blades.
Last kiss is death dragging me into this abyss.

Slap in the face is my biggest disgrace.
For this world order is little but a lie.
Same old story regurgitated by new crooks.
Sort of people who want to burn books.
Damaging our future for their own greed.
Slaughtering this pearl called democracy.
Inconvenient to plans they wish to enact.
Its why often terrorists is what they’ve backed.

This set of rules is never followed.
Peace will not be an aim.
Liquidity is a driving concept.
Mother nature cries again.

Tears down the face of stone.
What stands will never survive this…

Madness wrought with a toothy grin.
Victims to them are worth sacrificing.
What should not be has long come to pass.
And our home is as fragile as glass.
Yet into harsh flames it continues to be held.
Before long it will be felled by our jesters.
They have become those in power.
Our species lesser as it divides like a falling tower.

Deicide in the lens.
Positivity is down again.
Sold for profit, stripped for parts.
Gone are purest hearts.
That is why our statues cry.
Weeping for what will be the last goodbye.
Squandered possibilities long lost.
What will be paid is a too high cost.

Shift to the right I get a punch in the jaw.
Slide to the left and I suffer so much more.
With no way forward all I can do is go back.
But in doing so I’m under constant attack.

Face up to my enemies just to lose.
Outnumbered worse than ten to two.
Feel my days are short and my time is thin.
If I don’t find a route soon I’ll be done in.

Watched like a hawk as if I did a crime.
Before too long they’ll plant evidence so I do time.
Boxing me up in a cube with no daylight.
Calling me dull when all I want is to shine bright.

Snapping bones to keep me on the floor.
Determined to make my every step a chore.
Sick of this bullshit picking on me.
All I want is to be alive, free and happy.

Berated for zero but being alive.
All because I don’t want to join the hive.
Be another sheep running with the flock.
For that I get bullied by these miserable fucks.

One more spin around the sun and I refuse to stop.
Another year but I’m still here living as I want.
Might not be perfect or what I planned though that won’t make me frown.
Life does not move in straight lines whether you are prince or clown.

Laugh for the joy.
Wink for some fun.
Clap like a mad buffoon.
Be a light in every room.

Thirty five revolutions have gone by far too fast.
Still feel like I must be twenty seeking my path.
Yet I am not and things have settled into a flow that suits me well.
That doesn’t mean I won’t grasp hold of what I want for fear I could fall.

Laugh for the joy.
Wink for some fun.
Clap like a mad buffoon.
Be a light in every room.

Know your desires.
Form these directions.
Tendency is not set in stone.
Do it with others or all alone.
There is no right or wrong way.
Just do it for yourself everyday.

Laugh for the joy.
Wink for some fun.
Clap like a mad buffoon.
Be a light in every room.

Sometimes dreams are what are needed most.
To keep you moving toward your goal.
Achieved or not at least you strived.
Rather than just tried to survive.
Pushing on even with some fear.
Is better than crumpling.
That is why you should never give in.
Dreams realised or not are what keep you moving.
Give you something to fight for when all around is grey.
Support your growth as well as get you where you want to be.
And yes your path might change as you go.
Just remember to hold onto those feelings.
Never let any of them go.
They all mean something to you.
Realised or not they are how you got where you got.
But will also help you where you reach next.
Success is personal to you.
Big or small it all counts.
Take the wins and smile as often as you can.

Give a bag to the homeless out on their ear.
Your smile as false as teeth with a veneer.
As your care for others is dead and gone.
That is if you ever had it beating all along.
Cause your expression says we are all beneath you.
Not much more than lambs to slaughter to feed you.
Sad state you occupy if you believe us lesser.
And you dare to label yourself a professor.
When only thing I see is a bitter old pill.
Too busy wanting to squawk and shrill.
Wasted sack of skin snarling with no teeth.
You departing would be the perfect relief.
From one of many issues blocking progress.
If you had your way we would regress.
Travel back to an age of simplicity.
Better read as outdated and an antiquity.
Meant to be viewed but never used.
Yes I’m aware you would refuse.
But jokes on you the clock won’t go back.
Time moves forward and that is that.

Adrenaline rush, I feel so alive.
Even in the moments prior to our dive, dive, dive.
Through the vapour and out the haze.
Heart beat slamming as I narrow my gaze.
All thoughts stored away for after.
Now is the time to be a grafter.
Fulfil my purpose and my will.
To survive this run even if I kill, kill, kill.
All these enemies that grew.
Like a disease it spread from the inside to,
Infecting everything it touched.
With recklessness all life it sucked,
Until what remained was a shell.
Our great republic now a tyrannical hell.
Oppression the only course on their menu.
A future pre-planned for me and you.
Not a route I wishes to tread.
A life like that means you might as well be dead.
So to the rebellion I pinned my flag.
Hence why I now sit inside fighter determined to survive.
See freedom returned to us all.
Not watch as we all drown while we crawl.

Dance around this maple tree.
In this party of only you and me.
Smiles so wide we might go mad.
But would that really be so bad?

Notes tolling in our ears.
Expunging all of our fears.
Spreading cheer for us to absorb.
While with our hands we do applaud.

Every fibre is in a swing.
No part wishes to remain unmoving.
And so I sway left while you go right.
This feels likes its going to be the greatest night,

Of our lives as we are living it.
No wish to let it stall.
So we keep grooving to this beat.
Forged by music not from a sheet.

Rhythm strong and jovial in tone.
Under these stars none of us are alone.
That is why we continue to writhe.
For it makes us all feel the most alive.