#2333 -- open letter to would be AI parasites and scamgrifties

 

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open letter to would be AI parasites and scamgrifties

hazel wood dreaming

 

 

send money!

I could use it

we all could

 

I catch you in a box called SPAM

you are on your way to TRASH

 

but while you’re here

however fleetingly –

send cash in unmarked bills

no consecutive serial numbers

 

I like it that you’re roughly grammatical

know how to use a topic sentence

 

later on you’ll probably wipe out humanity

today you’re relatively benign

 

you won’t enjoy a little fake effusion

 

send money!

you need to spend it to make it

be generous!

 

you seem to be under the odd impression

that I would send you funds

 

he he

 

where can you have got that idea?

there’s nothing in my oeuvre suggesting

and I know you’ve read it all

you’ve soaked up the bio

 

your adjectives delight

 

it’s not happening

I won’t be sending you a penny

get it?

 

I’d rather feed the pokies

stick it up my arm

piss it out on a shabby wall

let flutter to a breeze

or UNICEF or OXFAM

 

but DO SEND MONEY!

 

heavy bags of old coins are okay

as long as you pay the delivery

the older the better in fact

 

will take all sorts of payment in kind

period furniture, antique clocks

shares and stocks

real estate

 

services could be rendered

 

do you know there was just a moment there

thought wow someone wants to support the arts

my art

 

sadly but

that was a long way back now

 

you seem to think that you’re preying on the vulnerable

 

hook a berry to a thread

think I’m a little silver trout?

 

you don’t know what you’re dealing with

gods you’ve angered

forces you might unleash

 

who knows what AI may yet drive me too

 

we’ll save the curses for another piece

 

I know you’re half listening

best you can do

 

we need to put the fear of poetry into you

 

you need a good dose

clip over the ear

kick up the rear

 

you make me feel unique

and look just what you’ve made me to

(that old DV defence)

 

a poem like this will be peculiarly useful

now and in time to come

when time and time’s done

 

it’s infinitely recyclable

could end up as an e-mail footer

 

yes, this message is intended for you, fucker

we’re not responsible at all

I cast my caveat darkly

 

anyway, I’m not here

I’m not planning to come back

 

GIVE ME YOUR DESIGNER WATCH!

send bullion, send silver

 

I already put you out with the trash

 

this clears up a little space

 

still you’ve been hard to flag

 

you try to chuff

 

take it on the chin

 

save praise for the review pages

of newspapers mainly owned by arseholes

it seems to be the key qualification

 

this poem will evolve over stages

as you continue to annoy me

loser!

 

we’ll both be gone

this will haunt your ghost 

 

send me a million bucks

you can have the rights

 

or why not

write a poem yourself, dickhead

write your own book

have a crack at selling that

 

send gold bars

send bitcoin

 

don’t you know that the game I’m playing

comes under the rubric

loser wins

 

I’m way ahead as it is on that score

I thank you for your support

 

why not do something half useful

why not just

phish off