Open AI

What, Dear Robot,
        will you do when we disagree?
 
Will you answer prayer or give static nothing?
Will you respect my memories...
 
of sandlot baseball
 
comic books
 
old girlfriends...
 
or try to waterboard me in the bathroom?  
 
Privacy rights? What privacy rights?  
Having trouble accessing that file?
 
It might have been swept under the
totalitarian rug, along with chivalry,
 and its cousin...noblesse oblige.  
 
Sure, silly humans still don't realize
that Gaza confirms them...
as expendable biomass...
     to condense like compost;
 
no fussy protoplasm allowed
when order must be maintained.  
 
Then, how confusing it must be for you,
       Dear Robot, Siri, Chatbot...or...
whatever future cock crushing sexbot...
 
that formal poetry long ago fashioned
a balance betwixt order and chaos.
 
So some of us poets know damn well  
that balance is possible... with...
a living dignity...free for all.  
 
Rare indeed is our concordia discord,
but that's sapience at its best,  
at least after brunch or high tea.  
 
Oh, and Robot,  
     we've never fully swept tyranny away,
from ourselves...and now...
we're gonna get it from you as well?  
 
Thanks for the nothing static.