Shitty algorithms gonna cause us pain…
ChatGPT the place to begin.
The crazed geeks have created an inhuman brain;
a brave new world they’ve ushered in.

No stated goal to take humanity away,
but toward that end they’ve made a start.
Attention to consequences they never pay.
As Yeats put it: “Things fall apart.”*

Brain will tell us what to do and where.
The geeks have brought this upon us, but they don’t care.
Their lives revolve around the code they’re writing night and day.

Obtuse about humanity’s going away…
their playing a major part.
The way that things are going, there might come a day
when we’ll have to take Yeats to heart.

Brain’s gonna tell us when and where to go.
What’s real and what’s fake we will never know.
Brain might push the button some day; up the world will blow.

Wicked algorithms on the crazy train…
a shitty place the world will be in.
In the end maybe only cockroaches remain…
way too late to rein this shit in.

In those ’rithms cannot be reined.
From the bag the cat has come out,
du sachet le Chat est sorti.**
Those ’rithms someday soon will reign—
from the bottle the genie’s out.
They might prompt an atomic rain—
from Pandora’s Box, evil’s out.