When Ai Comes For Me
When AI comes for me
I shall gladly agree
Here, sucker, please take my class
They're a regular old pain in the axe
Have fun understanding how they jawbone
Instead of teeth, their mouths are filled with stones
And good luck trying to read their writing
It's a cross between hen-scratch and cock-fighting
As for their collective attention span
It's akin to an ant's in a sizzling-hot frying pan
And, of course, the boys' hormones run wild
Most girls by the second day of class defiled
But I know you'll be fine, Mr. AI, Mr. Wave of the Future
Hope you don't mind your 'expertise' getting sutured
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2023
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