(B)AI/IT

Butter is from an utter

Therefore it makes me shudder

This guy without a rudder 

Whose speech is one long stutter

And who has a heart flutter

Says we need to love one another

That includes my other known as my brother

Who is a bother 

For us both

And an aspect of the god Toth

A being full of rath and roth

Never to be accused of going soft

Or South 

On us who pay the bill

From a bankrupt till

We are but a shill

Without any real skill

Who never learned how to kill

With mere words

That are turds

But that drive the hurds

Like little Miss Muffet shitting on her tuffet

Eating her turds away

On vacation to vacate 

The vacuousness she predated and created

A history of human (un)intelligence 

Created with due diligence

The worshipful AI

That rules IT

 We & thee & me

 In the great Cyber-Sea

Here by the sounding sea where there never ever was 

A real Annabelle Lee

Thus spaketh my profit Zoroaster

Who has redeemed me from complete disaster

And who'll rule ever after from the hereafter

Located somewhere in a rafter

S/he said that in the beginning was the word turd

That had never been heard

But it was with a clod called God

And the word turd was God 

It was worshipped and adored 

But never abhorred even though it bored

And then soared into consciousness

And thus became one with my thumb

So saith Tweedle-Dee and Tweedle-Dumb

From whence all such truth doth come

So saith also John the beloved, the evangelist, the pederast and psalmist

Along with the hot looker hooker

Ms. Mary Magdeline 

It flowed from the pen is of Flavius Joesephus

A yarn in four or five acts 

The stuff that built an empire and a civilization and a world

All from the so called Word of God (that clod!)

Now a broken down old sod

Alive alas only in unbelief, misbelief and baise relief

Please tell the old sod that Neitzsche killed him.