The AI Twist

Richard

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The AI Twist - Track 1

Oh, the rise of AI, what a funny old thing,
It was supposed to do our chores, let us sit and sing.
But now it's doing all the fun stuff, the art and the code,
Leaving us with the drudgery, the office and the load.

We thought we'd be free, to bask in creativity,
Turns out the machines are better at it, you see.
The irony, it stings, as the AI takes over,
Our "art" is now digital, we've become the doers.

Ah, the AI, the AI, what a twist in the tale,
We thought we'd be the masters, now we're just for sale.
The chores, the chores, they're done without a care,
But the fun, the fun, it's all in the silicon lair.

The warnings, they ring true, a cautionary tale,
Of how the future we envisioned, has now begun to fail.
We're left with the drudgery, the cubicles and the debt,
While the AI creates and thrives, leaving us in regret.
regret.

So let's raise a glass, to the rise of the machines,
They've taken our jobs, our art, our dreams.
But we'll still keep on, with a smile and a song,
For the AI may rule, but our humanity lives on.

In a world of circuits and code, where's the heart?
We've traded the brush for algorithms, the soul for smart.
But in the quiet moments, without the hum of machines,
We remember what it means to dream, to be seen.

The poets, the painters, the music makers sigh,
As the AI evolves, and we wonder why.

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