In gardens this season,
The cherries are tempting.
Billy is sentry,
As the night shields
The little bandits.
After less than an hour,
The kids are swimming.
Their naked asses
The moonlight gently kissing.

Billy,
Your voice is thrilling.
Go on, tell stories
As the Sun we watch
Go down in glory.
AI, the skies today
Are cast and gory.
Oh, right, I forgot
My location to adjust.
Terribly sorry!

AI, these sites boasting
Ten times speed increases,
Outstanding satisfaction,
Terrific cost reductions,
Without, from my part,
Any necessary action,
What are they selling?
Why anticipate needs
Before I have any?
What are they after?
Why, Billy,
In the history of the world
To write a new chapter.
AI, my happiness, too,
I've expanded
Ten times this morning
When the snake I've passed
Down the toilet.
Had I the personalized
Seat emblazoned,
I could have reached forty!
Does my idea
Smell of solid fortune?
Alright, alright,
I'll go out,
I'll take my bike.

The green fields
The cows are teeming.
Their udders full
Like they are breastfeeding.
In the middle of the road
A horseshit,
Freshly steaming.
A random comrade cycling.
We wave in silence
Like buses we're driving.
I have time,
There are no trophies.
In the grass I stretch
To waste time a little.
Puffy clouds the sky
Randomly litter.
Two birds in a voyage
Beak to one another,
The humans, in cities,
Packed on top of each other.
Hours pass by
Under this blue ceiling
And, truly,
I achieve nothing of meaning.

I'm convinced,
From the comfort
Of my housing
In the mountains
Why go trailing or fishing,
Points and awards
Daily keep winning?
A bright light
My ding-a-ling shines
In the bathroom
When I take a pissing.
But,
What is the meaning?

Fine stories, Billy,
But people live inside
90% of their lives.
The temperature, humidity,
Airflow, distribution,
Floating dust and odors,
Bacteria and hazardous
Gas concentrations,
With energy efficiency
And unparalleled convenience
They customize
To their preference.
The AI-powered Air Conditioner
Has a Dual Vane system,
Soft Air function,
An AI kW Manager,
Human detecting sensor,
And a Sleep Timer
Analyzing your sleep pattern
For a relaxed environment.
AI, I'm tired and swamped,
I'll close this prompt.

Wait, wait, Billy dearly!
You always try to bully
When that stomach of yours
Is over 80.72% fully.
But,
The Meal Vision Scanning Unit!
The camera
The plate scans,
The food identifies,
And calculates its volume.
This process I repeat
When you return the plate
Right after you eat.
The data I feed into
The AI Cloud Calorie Calculator,
For your doctors and operators
To use the insights
To track percentages
And food categories,
To identify and adjust
Your daily patterns.
AI, really,
I can't concentrate,
I deeply salivate
A shortie buttered biscuit.
Billy, your portions are topped,
But, alright, I'll consult
The Slim Doctor Salivator.
Here is their thought,
You are allowed...
Well, here stops their prompt.
$159 they've offed,
The fridge I've locked,
Your face I've blocked
At the local supermarkets.

AI,
Your words inspire me, truly,
But not for eating,
For death-wishing!
The cemetery,
Up on the hill,
So calm and serening.
Its crosses rise like swans
Before their first breeding.
But not wooden,
Replaced, long ago,
By touch-screening.
Hello, Billy,
Done your homework?
Love found fulfilling?
Dad, your voice,
Like a young lady sizzling.
Didn't we order
The everlasting version?
True, Billy,
But HeavenAI is broken,
No longer breathing.
You're stuck
With the dame setting.
But I can increase the volume
If you're deaf of hearing.
A candle would be
A better fitting.
That's a different agent,
But I'll inquire.
Of which version, they ask.
They have thousands
Of mourning colors.

The human one tells me,
As the rail bridge we're passing,
Little kids from underneath
Her panties sighted.
But it was a long time ago,
She calms me.
It's early summer
And by the hand she takes me
Up on the hill's cabin.
We make love
Surrounded by trees
And wild orchids.
When I josh,
She fondly calls me Silly.
I say, no, gosh,
My name is just Billy!
One evening,
The fork to handle
She teaches me quite skilly.
We met a while ago
In a real market,
A pie between us
Hungrily parted.
I touched her hand,
She kissed my cheek,
Unexpectedly,
When we departed.

Good morning, Billy!
Had a good nap?
Were the sheets
The right color of white?
Did the enwrap?
Here is your breakfast
With a touch of crap
Just how I like it.
AI, is it still pouring?
Why, you wanna go out?
Something I forgot?
No, just close your mouth,
I wanna keep snoring!