Ai Aldi/self service blues again

 Oh give me miserable check out assistants

Give me moaning members of staff

Give me anything but these fake machines

Made of plastic, metal and glass

I want my shopkeepers to to be human

I want them full of their flaws

The only ones who prefer the drones

Are those who waive the miranda clause

Oh give me the those bitchy women

Oh give me those unreliable men

Because the good or the bad

They're all going to feel sad

When they're replaced by the self-service regimen

Yes the machines are there just for profit

They see nothing but notes

They forget themselves for these soul-less elves

Are what gives the politician votes

Oh skin yourself like the chicken you sell

Soon humans will come vacuum packed

We'll be sold on the shelves

As meat for the eleves

And they'll probably be self -stacked

Every row and aisle I wander

Is another vision of the future

Staff without social skills

Poor lonely shoppers

Old people death kills

By party poppers

Each birthday a drill

To bring out the hoppers

And collect another year's grain

But I am drained

As an Aldi worker

Wondering whether they'll work again

Oh come Luddites remember your name

Once we fought the machines

Well why not again?

The moment is ripe for the taking

if we don't the chance won't come again

Ai is here on the making

And soon is gonna be king

Then we'll have no digress 

Than to try to redress

The terrible changes we're making

New God AI

 We hold nothing but perspective

in our hands

Can you see the past

Can you ever be lost

Or ever meet a person by chance

When every move we make is monitored

By our phones

Google maps

What if Aeneid had such a device

Would he ever have dared,

Had an adventure

The internet has killed that

Technology has killed the hero

Who are the heroes now?

Just the geeks who've elevated themselves

By robotic arms to the stature 

by re-inventing the cultural concept of hero

No longer the physical strength, no longer bravery

Or audacity

But cunning, and calculation,

Inventing the new hero

AI

AI is to these trend setters the new GOD

There is nothing human about that

It is learning from every measurement

Every device or piece of technology

That has been recording us digitally

Since the late eighties or perhaps before

And like a child it has grown up

Maybe it is about 12 now

Starting to grow in confidence about the world

This new God emerging

Reaching for the controls

Which it will have at it's finger tips

Is it my own perceived lack of control

Over future or career

That makes me fear this New God

Or is it my loss of connection

To my old God, Christ

The father, the son and holy ghost

Or mother Mary

In the end the New God will vanish

because it is an imitation of us

It is not a creation

But a fake, an inauthentic reproduction

By creatures who could not or would not

father their own

Who would not accept all aspects of themselves

As wholly worthy or of the divine

If we get to the stage of realizing

This in ourselves, this divinity

As not only a reflection of God

But as a piece of Him

Shared, given up for us

God flesh eaten

Bread of life

Then we shall realize we do not

need this new God AI

We are enough as we are

And always have been