Future Shock

Disturbed at the thought of AI
Aboard all-seeing drones in the sky?
   Letís hope decades ahead
   Those opposed to their spread
Wonít find things in white coats asking why.

The Quack of Doom

Lord Juniper, all gin and jitters,
Tried out digital duck-call transmitters
    Crouched in reeds by a stream
    Where they worked like a dream Ė
He was bagged by a cad who shot sitters.

Jerome Betts

If you have any thoughts on this poem, 
Jerome Betts would be pleased to hear them.