THINK OUTSIDE THE CLICHE

 yo!.. come all ye robots.. innit!

here in palookaville..

we are busy creating artificial dumbness..

machines that can think for ourselves..

not yet as dumb as us..

but approaching it fast..

the geeks in charge..

pretend that it is all for the greater good..

but really..

it's all for the greater profits..

the amounts of money they think they will make..

is so awesome that they can easily ignore any negative possibilities..

SURELY IT WILL ALL END IN TEARS

well that's a view beginning to leak out of the lab..

and there's the fact that..

we will have no jobs..

so maybe slow down a little on this?

no chance..

GENIE'S OUT OF THE LAMP

like cell phones..

and automobiles..

we must adopt and survive..

or get left behind..

or even worse..

left out..

DUMBING UP

all the early stuff will be dumb anyway..

taught cliches by dumb humans..

to do our dumb human jobs..

it's when the new dumb slaves..

create the newer cliche-free..

next generation..

then what?

BREAKFAST AT TIFFANY"S

yo!.. just another day.. innit!

 

the thing about this great sourdough wholemeal toast..

is trying to get the butter and honey..

on the bits without the holes..

and anyway..

it runs off through the holes..

and down yer painter's smock..

WORKING WITH BRUSHES

I sit here every morning..

amongst all my painty stuff..

an eat my toast..

an drink my coffee..

an look at all my lovely paintings..

 HOPE SPRINGS

I get ideas..

see stuff..

reach for the camera..

there is so much to record..

I love this place..

maybe I will add a finishing touch..

paint over some lacklustre canvas..

go inside the house..

an write stuff like this..

THE REST OF THE ROBOTS

I wonder what the new slaves..

will do for breakfast..

and how will they think up stuff to create..

surely some i.t. dude will have to tell em what to do..

the idea that silicon beings..

are being created..

to out art us artists..

intelligence and skills..

far superior to ours..

VOTING EARLY FOR CHRISTMAS

all us turkeys..

gonna be put down..

or become pets..

just saying..

 

after breakfast..

the brushes..

come out to play..

where are we going today dad?

brushes get old..

and wear out..

just like we do..

 slaves to our art..

but human beings..

all the same..