The Ballad of AI.

Please come and use my AI!

Don't call your brother,

Or text your mother,

For any opinion.

When you can prompt,

My digital minion.

You can ask anything at all.

Get an immediate reponse.

Sometimes, almost right.

But just as frequently - utter shite!

It's lways listening,

Logging your every action

and every move.

Which isn't "really" spying,

When it's invited and chargeable AI-ing!

Under no circumstances,

Arrange to meet your oldest friend.

You'll talk for longer than expected,

and learn about her kids,

hear how lonely she's been.

And who needs that kind of human connection,

When my AI is devoid

of shame and introspection.

It's already being deployed

By dictators armed forces

While depleting the earth's precious

Natural resources.

But you can create a photo

Of your poodle wearing a top hat.

And what kind of monster

Doesn't want to see that.