'Drunk George Bush Hologram', 2017 Poem by S Rashad

He's mostly in blue, with bits of Ae gold.
Throw a piece of paper at it's face
to see if it slurs an abominable scold
But it can't hug a bunny nor go home.

It points the finger, you are to blame
Even artificial intellect knows his game
Still unqualified and nothing changed
Technology officially manyack insane.

Intoxication unveils a unibrow
The cocktail half empty in his hand
Mad high on cowboy cookies
before airing out money worshippers.
With a leaning as if still trying to kiss Oprah.

Such a shit thing isn't cool or creepy,
supposedly a hilarious augmentation
of reality but almost scientifically cheesy
and a poor person of selective choice
to eradicate boredom by celebrity interest.
I mean, these things may fake decency
and this fucker isn't even dead yet.

Though, it will wave,
smile and salute without missing
a point of portrayal flaw.

Aw fuck, look it's dancing.
Retard memorial service style.