A poem meant to be a commentary on the day's eventa re AI and that kind of thing.

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The thing about ChatGPT is this:

Some folks just squall and rant and carry on,

All heebeeweebies, cry Armageddon!

Like we ain't shifted paradigms before.

Sure, it'll be cruel for a while, AI

Showing us just how meaningless we are,

And how easily we can be replaced

With decisions unclouded by desire

And doubt -- and stupidity. Move over.

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But it could go the other way. Let's hope

We can contain the electrical storm

From alpha centauri way; that we shine

Anew, a species hooked on Bach's love fugues.

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And let's hope Bob Dylan doesn't weigh in

With some "Murder Most Foul" rintintin toot.

Authors Website: https://tantricdispositionmatrix.substack.com/

Authors Bio:

John Kendall Hawkins is an American ex-pat freelance journalist and poet currently residing in Oceania.