(Picture is in a comic book style and is a compilation of old fashioned city scapes, superhero comics, and a man with a lightbulb head appearing to the back of a naked woman on newsprint).

ARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENCE

As a true environmentalist

I went looking through stables and corrals

Something true in defense

Of Artificial Intelligence

Extending my mind more and more

In favor of this overly long hoax.

I immediately thought I saw something

That would not disappoint the best of its scholars:

Among quadrupeds stood out

A lump of dried cow shit

Stuck on an electric cable

Which deserves so much appreciation

Of cattlemen

For it wrapped a half-cured cheese

Where white worms danced

Which were part of the same cheese

Being less inseparable than sex

Of Female and Male

Male Male, Female Female

Touching the sublime matter of Love

Eliciting historical gasps and brays.

That dried cow dung

She had the same idea as Artificial Intelligence

Because it looked so happy

As ​​if it boasted of having been part

Of the men’ brains 

With much interest and good wishes

In making known its importance

Little known theoretically until now

Because those who work in this field

Are nothing more than Donkeys who spread out

From their ears to their tail

Putting their physique and their morals

At the service of Nothing

In this amplitude of overflowing artificial erudition

Without reflecting that more than something

They are worth nothing.

I did not want to deprive this dried cow dung

Of its intelligent and artificial glories

Because I set about (and I do not regret it)

Shitting, in her honor, on it

With the joy of having dedicated

Some eight hundred farts to it

Coming out of the cheese the white worms singing:

 Uriah Heep’ “Lady in Black”.

-Daniel de Culla