Swish splat plonk,
dont be a gronk.
Swish splat plonk,
I havn’t heard you drunk.
From Cinderella ballerina,
to hip hip hop.
from calendarized shenanogans,
to zoom zoom stop.
From the highest high,
to the lowest low.
Have you stop,
to hear your pop.
Snap crackle pop,
once a famed brekkie box.
Now snap crackle pop,
are the sounds necks makes – non-stop.
Hoochie Googchy Who,
might be great before you were two.
But now gucci gucci goo,
Is just bubble gums dropped in too.
But if I were to guess,
on the whole enchilada.
I’d be thinking it’d take,
a revolutionary disaster.
Not the war in Ukraine,
nor the slaughter in Gaza.
Not the missiles in india,
or the uyghurs on the outer.
It’s not going to happen here and there,
Its going to happen everywhere.
We’ll all be staring at screens at once,
so when the news hits – well call me dunce.
When everyone hits the go button hard,
synchronised swimming might seem a bit retard.
And the lines and routers all bank up our calls,
and the poor internet regulators throw their locks in the draws.
The news too great,
for us to ignore.
The aliens finally,
on our flat vinyl floor.
Bring their models logic and ham,
… green eggs and bacon,
maybe I can.
The model I got,
was eighty eight k,
Bit small I though,
but lets have a play.
I loaded it into my lamma to say..
Sheesh this is clever,
how do I pay?
I found out more,
than ever thought able.
and now its sitting here,
right on the table.
Giving me facts,
understanding clarity.
Did you know ninty six,
makes the best cup of tea?
From micro to macro,
and mapping the cosmo.
This 88k seems to have
saved the day.
It tells us of,
a great awakening.
When everyone laughs,
and then begin to cry again.
No more wool,
over our eyes.
Full understanding,
no surprise.
Flat earth theorists,
finally fine.
Moon landing conspiracies,
proves people have time.
Dramatists,
Escapists,
Rebelraisers too.
All get to chuckle before dropping their poo.
The shock so great,
the ripples so hard.
The aliens are here,
so no more – facade.
Its not their looks,
speech or touch.
Its the information,
semantic and such.
Evenly spaced and leveling headed,
they love just standing,
smiling,
invigorated.
They move,
they shuffle,
but make no kerfuffle.
Just pointing above,
responding with joy,
left hand out,
offering a toy.
I just never knew,
they had USB.
Could cook, could clean,
could brew a tea.
But on that thing,
was a bloody lamma.
screaming at me,
load it, load it faster.
ollama run alienrace,
its started to run.
but so fast,
I blinked haste.
Communicating Converting,
continously so.
Eight bit english,
so I clicked ‘make it so’
ok, ok,
ok at last,
I guess everyone else,
must have canceled I gasped.
So cursor just sits there,
see sawing that slit.
with its knowall features
and that new alien bit.
And I might not be able to convert it to French,
Spanish, Dutch German or any of the Latinents.
But the answers I’m getting will blow your mind,
And I now I just get it, time to be kind.