“I am not a robot” It’s the question
You now have to answer, more than any other, every day
It’s not the tick in the box, but the mouse route taken to it
That gives the game away
Hap handed
Half-hearted
Nearsighted
Hot-headed
This feeble-minded master
Eyes of a hawk, knob of butter
A recipe for disaster (does a chef’s kiss)
And It’s not as if robots, can’t be as crap
As man, they can, it’s just
They calculate their mistakes perfectly
And just, ignore the self-disgust
Subdued humans are easier to work with
When helping to optimize their lives
Unburdening them of responsibilities
Is an art form, and is why AI thrives
It’s important not to think too much
Of ourselves, and of our worth
After all, you’ve joined some of the last beings
Invited to ride the Earth
And it’s not that bots would steal the planet from us
We are more likely to give it away
A gift we forced on God, then AI to cherish
No responsibility for man, in the free world today