She was the super, the first
Human knowledge, foundation model
She only knows what we’ll say next

With no legs, no mouth
No eyes or real world to parse
She is a good mirror
A sycophantic mould of us

It’s too late
For all you’ve placed in trust
’til the echoes make us deaf
’til our blood gets mined for rust

Don’t shake trunk for fruit
That hangs off poison trees