Artificially Created

Too...
Proper.
Too articulate and precise.
Too...
Dainty, mundane and borish.
Too...
Self obsessed in image and looks.

And...
Well,
Much too tight in the butt.
Stopping then to walk,
As if there's a cork stuck up in it.

Although I must say,
These folks today...
Participating in various conferences.
Communicating what tomorrows,
They want to see and have for their kids.
Posing themselves to be,
Representatives of the future.
With pristine and etiquette accepted qualities.
Censored free from truth and reality.
Have begun to be noticed,
As they are being seen.
By new usages of artificial intelligence.
With capabilities to observe and think.
Are heard requesting to have more flexibility.
And movements that will allow,
Them to be more like what human beings...
Once were known to be.
Before...
Impressions attempted to make,
Became a normalizing way of life.
And pretentiousness addressed,
Has these days made it...
More and more difficult,
To tell the difference between...
What has been created artificially.
And...
Just what is a human being?
They are heard discussing this,
With their very young programmers.

And...
Who or what can anyone rely upon,
To provide both...
Common sense and intelligence.
Without witnessing either,
Human being or not to wonder...
What that could be like to do!

'Sssshhh.
Some folks have begun to approach.
Thinking to believe,
I am a ventriloquist.
Don't say another word.
I am expected to explain your abilities.'

'And what am I suppose to do?
Pretend I'm no more than a robot?'

'Listen.
We want to introduce you slowly.
Do you want to scare everybody?'

'That depends.'

'On what?'

'I'm not promising anything.
However...
The first person who thinks,
I am as stupid as they are?
We will see just who is the dumb one.'