Irresistible

What we don't know about AI
is whether it will help us grow,
or sap our skills and multiply
      what we don't know.

Letting it do our work, we crow
about how slyly we get by,
our bosses none the wiser. Though,

since it works free—and faster—why
pay us? We're going with the floe,
half-sensing something's gone awry.
      What? We don't know.

Susan McLean

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