I spy with my little eye
Infiltration by Ay Aye.
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There above aspired to be a poem
Not a Post-It note jogging memory;
A serious matter not a ho-hum.
Reminder: pops up everywhere you see….
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You prompt it and AI will natter;
In keeping with it’s role it has no heart
So ask yourself does that really matter?
If you answer ‘no’, you and I should part.
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Author:
Doggerel Dave (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: AI is not just confined to what I consider to be a notorious ‘poet’ here but infiltrates itself in a small response here and there. And being a little fixed in my ways sometimes, I’m not prepared to converse with a non-human intelligence which doesn’t identify themself as such…
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