Get your ChatGPT
to compete with me,
and bask in the glory
of all those words
you have written,
in proxy
by the machine.
Get your copter,
And your rover,
Out in the open
To go on walks
On your behalf
So you may feel
The glorious rush
Of the adrenaline.
To take care of your plants
Write your code and create
Robotic transplants
So they may water and take care
Of the little green babies
And bask in the joy
Of plant parenthood.
And automate away
all the fun in life
and the hard work
that is to be done,
so you may relax...
and succeed in...
what exactly?
What is life,
If full of care,
you have no time
to stand and stare?
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