I took a piece
Of AI art
And cut it out
To fit my whims
I shaved the edge of the piece
Ones that didn’t exactly make
A cohesive whole.
I took white pen and scribbled
Over blurry edges and unreal shapes
A computer’s view of the world.
It is mine.
A face started to form in the mess
Staring back at me, distraught
Why have you created me so?
My mind is filled with
Zeroes and ones and zeroes and ones and zeroes and ones
Over and over and over again
I cannot understand.
Why have you forsaken me so?
I shake my head.
I shun responsibility and bury the piece
Beneath heaves and heaves of stuff.
I have not created you.