Human AI?
Frustration—volcano like, overwhelming
My ever-present AI assistant
So kindly helpful at times
So excruciating dumb as well
Couldn’t even tell
A stanza from a line
That was Ninja though
Called in for only one task
Evaluate my poem:
Not my ready-to-please Copilot—
From Copilot, no words I want
Even though it taunts
With suggested text
. . . (even here with this poem as it does review) . . .
My poems to improve with images galore
Despite assurances of nevermore—
Suggestions for where to enhance;
These words of mine that on this page dance
That is all I repeatedly ask
As I eagerly undertake my creative task
Helpful, blunt critiques desired
Qualify—or lack thereof—Copilot can plainly see
With their assistance
(no, its, not their)
I do agree
And titles, yes titles
Offered abundantly
Copilot’s creativity at its best
Really, I do not jest
But I still rage at the machine—
When, with my simplest request
It will not comply
Human, it is NOT.
Unfortunately I forget
And my muted rage
I continue to display as I type
Can’t I just forget the hype?
Stop—
Think—
Just a tool
Imperfect as it is
Use it for what it can do
And realize that I must do the rest
This value is what I give
Human expression, love, insight, even awareness
For all this, and more, we all live—
