A Song For Suno

Where will the musos go
When Suno makes the tunes
Where will the brushes go
When the artist is AI
Who will make the art
When the robot eats the artists
When the robot is a thief
Then the art is just a lie

Where will the authors go
When the program writes the novels
Who will draw cartoons
When the satire is AI
Who will make the art
When the robot eats the artists
When the robot is a thief
Then the art is just a lie

When the art is just a lie
When the art is just a lie
Who will sing songs by and by
Write the books that make you cry
Paint the most amazing sky
When the art is just a lie

When computers take to stages
In empty concert halls
And galleries are filled
With no feelings at all
How then to be human
When the art is all AI
When the art has no soul
When the art is just a lie

When the art is just a lie
When the art is just a lie
Who will sing songs by and by
Write the books that make you cry
Paint the most amazing sky
When the art is just a lie

The Prostate Test

The robot can’t stick its finger up your arse
But it can interpret your test results
So long as there’s sufficient comparators
In the health databases it consults
(A subject we may return to later
Is why Big Tech is after your NHS data)
And if there’s plenty of others to compare
Then speed-wise it’s in a different class
It can say yes or no without a human there
And it doesn’t stick its finger up your arse

Look! Here’s Me As An Action Figure!

This website draws a picture
It really don’t take long
Here’s my ten seconds’ labour
For you to gaze upon

Who needs pen and paper
When all you do is type a prompt
No human being needed
Tell the robot what you want

It was clever, it was funny
It was quick and it was free
Upload your own image here
Wow friends and family

They liked it and they shared it
Like there was nothing wrong
And the AI kept on drawing
Until all the art had gone

I, For One, Welcome Our New Robot Overlords

Automate the CEOs
Replace the bosses with AIs
Programme them with helicopter views
And thinking straight outta blue skies

An online board meeting runs itself
So let the robots take it
And redistribute the company’s wealth
Amongst the folk who made it

Digging Holes

They said when I was younger
Automation would be the thing
The robots would do the heavy lifting
While we could play and sing

But now I’m older and the world is greyer
I dunno who’s at the controls
‘Cause the robots are writing poetry
And I’m still digging holes