I barely look at this as another truth comes out.
The teller hands you the book and it’s got AI written all over it.
Yeah I said it, meant it while it lasted.
Downfall held up high beyond the heads that look near the cage they sank.
They saw a case of my downfall, I don’t use my heart to write.
Out things I didn’t hear from to edit or change my words.

I wanted to be better, but they’d drown me like a caged animal.
Saw the papers on the desk covered with dark highlights.
I knew I was lying to myself, but I don’t use AI to write AI to be AI.
That sounded mad as I barely commit myself to a better life.
A hook on the shelf wasn’t the same mind that borrowed the pen under pressure.

In school they tell you to not use AI.
They barely say it with a coldness under their breath.
The pans awakened and now I’m the one watching the news.
Now I’m the teaching behind the teacher.
Beyond the pilot or judge that defended their lives for years.
They say it, they end up using it to.

Metal plates behind their back.
Chair detector, a desk infront of a desk.
No place to cheat, but I don’t use it for poems.
I don’t use it for a place in my mind.
Sometimes one can’t even admit their stuck.
I admit they don’t admit mines.
They call a teller and they tell the truth instantly.

Why watch politics when I could watch the world go ahead..
Stand by the wall and the police look at you as if you are them.
Call your name down one by one, they called for AI.
Don’t tell them why.