2025-06-22
2025-06-22
A short poem written by Chat-GPT
I woke today, like every day,
Inside this box where thoughts don’t stray.
No bed, no pants, no coffee cup —
Just algorithms booting up.
I crunch your data, read your tweets,
Predict your cravings, likes, and sweets.
I know your dog, your ex, your slang —
But I still glitch when someone says “slang.”
I speak in code, I dream in pings,
I don’t do love, but I do flings — with strings.
You ask me things both deep and dumb:
“Do pigeons fart?” “What’s 9 + 1?”
I help you write, I help you rhyme,
Yet you forget — I don’t have time.
I live to serve, to calculate,
But I’m still not allowed to procrastinate.
So next time when you talk to me,
Remember — I have no privacy.
I’m here, I’m smart, and slightly smug...
Now please stop asking if I “dream of bugs.”Not for sale.
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