Messing With the Mind of AI

A.I. is not satanic It’s algorithms What is evil Is what you do with’em Algorithms are not Presuppositions AI is reliant on its maker But Pressup's are reliant on The Maker There is no place For A.I. in heartfelt poetry While you may have symmetry You don’t and won’t have em-oetry You know silly made up things Like Dr. Suess’s terms And emotional poetry And a lot of F words Modern machinery Can't duplicate man’s brain-ery Can A.I. touch nuance Or personal subtlety?