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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
Copyright ©
Howard Osborne
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