August 12, 2025
For the contest: "AI: Panacea or Pain" by Simon Rogerson
Is AI a staunch friend with double face that whispers “I love you, but will replace Do its words capture a thought we just had write it much better; if so, why be mad Its chest of words is much greater by far synonym surplus, its door stands ajar by the way, their paintings lovely, also Can there be wrong in the things they bestow In our minds linger a strong scence of fear as the future is becoming more clear If our brains become inactive, then stall AI will, in a word, shrug as we fall Shadows fall on the words we try to mix AI will ask, “why do humans exist” Perhaps our love affair should be erased Before we become only Unused Space
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