Here we go, a poem...
(transcribed)
here we are in the AI age
someone types on a paper page
ten percent the robots kill
bury the human race on a hill
yet the billionaires refuse to stop
fill the world with AI slop
burning down the planet for cash
need a giant golden stash
they cannot stop they cannot think
if they would the odds would shrink
just unplug the infernal machine
to keep on going is obscene
stop them now, go outside
look at the moon, feel the tide
walk in the garden, smell the rain
to continue the AI age is quite insane
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