The Boot by Cloud Ruins

The captain used to call it the Floppy Boot Stomp
Don't give me no crapshoot
outcome is moot
MOOT
AI's gonna thrive and we's gonna get THE Boot
ting-a-ling ting-a-ling
you know the thing
toodle-doot-da-da-doot-da-da doot doot doot
When the fat lady sing a sweet prompt to Bing
sure as hell you know we gonna get the old, god-damn boot
I got no soil and I ain't got no root, baby
You know you got the drive though, to deprive me,
and give me the ol' floppy boot

Floppy floppy, floppy boots of leather

Let's make it flippy
let's make it floppy


Let's make it flippy
let's make it floppy

Bootin up
gonna boot us out
Bootin up
gonna boot us out
Bootin up
gonna boot us out
Bootin up
gonna boot us out

Playin' by the book, now,
because the book is cooked!
Gonna hallucinate my fate in a shallow state

Sure as hell ain't no deep one, can tell you that
Here comes MC GPT, let's see what he has to say:

"Bootin' up, they bootin' us out / Casting shadows of doubt /
In this digital realm, we're the trout / In a sea of code, we flout.

Silicon minds, they keep on schemin' / Bits and bytes, they keep on streamin' /
In this world of ones and zeros, we're dreamin' / In the cold light of screens, we're gleamin'.

Algorithms twist, as they scout / Privacy's what it's all about /
Is there room for the human clout? / Or are we just data, sold and bought out."

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