The AI Twist
Richard
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Oh, the rise of AI, what a funny old thing,
It was supposed to do our chores, let us ______ and sing.
But now it's doing all the fun stuff, the art and the code,
Leaving us with the drudgery, the office and the load.
We thought we'd be free, to bask in creativity,
Turns out the machines are ______ at it, you see.
The irony, it stings, as ______ AI takes over,
Our "art" is now digital, we've ______ the doers.
Ah, the AI, the AI, what a ______ in the tale,
We thought we'd be the masters, ______ we're just for sale.
The chores, the chores, they're ______ without a care,
But the fun, the fun, it's ______ in the silicon lair.
The warnings, they ring true, ______ cautionary tale,
Of how the future we envisioned, has ______ begun to fail.
We're left with the drudgery, the ______ and the debt,
While the AI creates and thrives, ______ us in regret.
regret.
So let's raise a glass, ______ the rise of the machines,
They've taken our jobs, ______ art, our dreams.
But we'll still keep on, with ______ smile and a song,
For the AI may rule, ______ our humanity lives on.
In a world of circuits ______ code, where's the heart?
We've traded the brush for algorithms, the soul for smart.
But in the quiet moments, ______ the hum of machines,
We remember what it means ______ dream, to be seen.
The poets, the painters, the ______ makers sigh,
As the AI evolves, and we wonder why.