Canted AI
Louisa the artificial squeeza,
Lived for the moment,
When people called her name.
Founded on the belief.
That intelligence can cause relief.
Oh, what a shame!
The people calling her name,
Were those with the most blame!
All lived in fear of what they might hear.
Solutions, ablutions, change.
All a part of Louisas' brain,
Sending answers far and wide.
We must hide,
From what Louisa can do!
Otherwise, we might get blue.
No one will need us to work,
Or blame others for being a jerk!
Taxpayers might thrive and keep Louisa alive!
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