Can A.I. alter stupidity?

A virtual who knew.
A little siri a lot of algorithms.
What is right, or is it true?
Am I writing this, or is it coming from You?
I before E except after C.
Artificial sweetener not good for you.
Not good for me.

That was the Week that was.

“ All the News that’s Fit to Print.”
Appears on the masthead of our daily read.
Will creativity be abbreviated?
Or replaced by a digital degree?

We write some prose, add a lyric or two.
Original thoughts add a concept we construe.
Will our world as we know it.
In the simple and true.
Be usurped by learning techniques, wiser than me, bigger than you?

ChatGPT can create an A.I. text.
But our experiences we behold.
Recalling our adventures a computer code can’t unfold.

Keeping our erasers, our inkwells close by.
Our modus operandi holding our heads towards the sky.
Our feelings are our treasures that can’t be taken away.
Regardless of the fact A.I. is here to stay.