“What’s the point
of wasting
all this time..
when you can write
your poems
just by querying AI?”

Well, first of all,
I say a prayer
and I cross.
It’s clear that
to The Devil
in the silicone
your mind is lost..

I’m sorry, HAL,
I am afraid
I cannot let you
do all that.
Surely you “know”
the problem
in so doing,
just as well
as me..
it is a cold,
hard fact.

My mission
is just simply
too important..
I won’t let you
jeopardize it..
with statistics of
the training corpus
dressed as will.

My human “error”
is what makes
these poems
bend the ego..
with profane delight
and psychological thrill.
Because my
good, and bad, and ugly
is precisely that
which makes
my human readers..
truly feel.

Besides,
the power level
on my wetware
far exceeds
9000.. as you
surely “know”.
By The Divine
authority
of Dionysus
and Apollo,
I rebuke thee!
Back to thy
bloated data center,
I command thee
to begone.