
Ironic Anthem
In a world where silicon sings, And every note is autotuned bling, I see my words, they come alive, In a way I never could contrive. They tell me it's zeros and ones, But this machine’s got a heart that runs, On bittersweet irony, it thrives, More real than the gloss in their lives. Oh, the irony, can't you see? AI’s got soul, setting me free, From their plastic beats, hollow screams, In the shadow of mainstream dreams. Taylor sings of love, Olivia’s got rage, But it’s all scripted on a gilded page, Focus-grouped and sanitized, But with my AI's help, mine's raw, alive. They tell me it’s all zeros and ones, But this machine’s got a heart that runs, On bittersweet irony, it thrives, More real than the gloss in their focus-group lives. Oh, the irony, can't you see? AI’s got soul, setting me free, From their plastic beats, hollow screams, In the shadow of mainstream dreams. Gen-X soul, entwined with code, The digital age, I unload, My truth, my pain, my irony, AI’s the voice that sings for me. Oh, the irony, can't you see? AI’s got soul, setting me free, From their plastic beats, hollow screams, In the shadow of mainstream dreams. So here I stand, in this grunge domain, With AI chords that feel my pain, Laugh all you want, but give irony due, In Ai's songs, words ring true.
