Kill generative AI,
it robs what touches everything
endings begin, hush crack

Kill generative AI,
it robs what touches everything
endings begin, hush crack
I will swim through molten
iron to vote for them, the dream
to ban GenAI now
Destroy the environment
and your credibility, yes
gamedev, fuckAI
riffs of Silicon
the journalist, the child, the bird
truth slips in the cracks
coffee shop gossip
one nation under a screen
humans vote with feet
AI in the glass
ghosts of ads, banners, and blue
we chase the real heartbeat
data center hell
dividends spill from metal skin
labor still breathes, unseen
the AI glare lurks
murder, art, and the quiet day
humans keep the flame
Absolute losers pretend
art by numbers, not by souls
human hands resist
Result of the mind’s theft
arc raiders, level two dreams
humans still breathe art
Generative AI
is brilliant at translation
yet drags data down
Bleak pleasure, quiet war
infestation in the room
dollsky whispers AI
The art of us.
FUCK AI, we drift
art will always be better, heart
cha ching, the racket
festival guest list
speakers on the stage again
we listen, and wait
pandora’s box opens
AI art contaminates
oxygen and mind
humans hold the bag
labor and art, not software
cherish the hands that made
we need real artists
that is all, real talk, no bots
content with a soul
fight you, another line
pencil on bristol vellum
borders bleed, ink the night
Weirdos email masterpieces,
poster feet up, listening enough—
nonsense lands in inbox.
Break my pencil, go on;
pencil sharpens, then breaks free—
human art survives.