Ghost Writers

A writer at his keyboard sat
One whole damn useless day
Staring at an empty page
Without a thing to say

When all at once the cursor
Started moving ‘cross the screen
It left behind a trail of words
The best he’d ever seen

The words spelled out a story
With all that you could want
Atmosphere and pacing,
Characters and plot

An icy rush constricted
His sphincters front and rear
The words were better than his own
And he whined out in his fear

Oy vey!
Oy vey!
Ghost writers in AI

The tale was sad and funny
The sex scenes made him squeal
With every trope and trend
It was a sure-fire movie deal

As he read on he realized
The words had just begun
To write the stories tell the news
Now they’d have all the fun

He understood what this would mean
To all his useless kind
Machines could build a better kind of
Playground for your mind

The words were from an app unleashed
By his 12-year-old niece
He’d lose his house in Marblehead
Each banker’d take a piece

Oy vey!
Oy vey!
Ghost Writers in AI

Ghost Writers in AI
Ghost Writers in AI