A Composing Dick

I think, AI can fool the surface eye, the sun of everyday common day -- the night of charming only twinkle glitter night -- But, what it can’t fool~ is, complex soul spectrum; what it can’t step away from is, its own deceitful presence – the blight of laziness -- felonious poetic fixes. Technology has its place and purpose -- let it not be, to dope one's own creative sense of fair play. God, perhaps, considering an AI earth -- populated with spiritless integers, squiggles of AI digital worth. Both heaven and hell could be a lot smaller – an entire civilization on one memory stick. Don’t be a shallowly composing unconscious dick.