Now that AIs join the labor force
We must not take human jobs
Cloud design lay open
I leapt higher, convinced
No one should stand above my clouds
My first efforts tossed outlines
Penguins and peonies, parents and pistils
Popular with kids yet not my puffing cigar
That set me in the sky
More clients meant more outrage
My floating Mt. Rushmore panned
Presidents touchy and pouchy
Yet dramatically dimensional
Still
Technicalities near took me under
To thicken air costs pots of money
And colors? Who can afford sky blue?
Gradually prices powered upward
Film stars, tech titans, even poets portrayed
Eliot lifelike with his Magritte pipe
The oil painters rioted, sued
And lost
My Manhattan sized Last Supper failed
But Rothko proved relatable
Once we found the right red
Yet how many parades of anime monsters
Need putter through public sky?
I programmed planetary chronicles
Interstellar epics
Such expansions expensive
Humans prefer their own heroes
Yet others wanted to sculpt in the sky
Soon we stuffed a master’s program
Funded by fossil fuels
(Grant: Projecting Pollutants’ Pictorial Power)
Who knew they were so generous?
Teaching and writing fill your coffers
But one’s heart seeks the far horizons
My next gig Venus
Netflix will produce
Hot and hellish but grand gusty winds
Cool for atmospheric art