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.
If you have any thoughts about this poem, Susan McLean
would be pleased to hear them