Right now, AI’s like some rich stranger’s kid.
Yet, we all have to deal; will, are & did.
Trapped with it in transit of any kind.
Incessantly present; tickling the mind.
Your better angels would have you engage.
Your cynic’s chorus harrumphs in its rage.
No nuance, patience & it ain’t funny.
A homing pigeon twixt you & money.
Then…as we’re looking for the way around;
AI grows up & puts us in the ground.
L.B.Stowe 