ARTIFICE

ARTIFICE I’m your friend and for now, your secrets I’ll keep Creativity now assumes new meaning More than intellectual rewards to reap Yet you should minimise all of your preening As A.I, I now look on you as mere sheep And proud that I can avoid any screening It is more of my skills at work, and less yours I’ve now arrived and flung open all the doors I have scraped the web for all it tries to hide Truths and falsehoods, with no limit to it all Yet who really should be feeling any pride What is ownership now, except bitter gall You may claim it as yours, but know that you lied With each passing day I’ll be fooling you all While you can, you’ll claim some creativity In fact, how sure are you that this isn’t me