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 robotic 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 programmed dick.
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