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.