A Minor Gripe

With all the worries people have

About A.I., so scary,

I have a grip against it, too,

But mine’s quite ordinary.

 

When I am texting or online

With email or just writing,

I’ll start a sentence, then some words

Appear, my wrath igniting.

 

For mostly, they are not the ones

That I would have selected,

Although they are the ones A.I.

Had obviously expected.

 

At first, it just annoyed me;

Now it’s filling me with rage,

For I deserve control of thoughts

I transfer to the page.

 

Of all there is to moan about

In how we live today,

I realize this is minor,

But at least I’ve had my say.

 

If politics won’t bring you down

(If not, I wonder why),

Then maybe we can all unite

And kvetch about A.I.