AI will soon outthink us all,
Or so the brochures say.
It beats us soundly at our games,
Then brakes for windblown hay.
A decade into driving school,
It studies curb and lane,
Yet still requires assistance
When there’s weather… or a plane.
It tracks my steps, predicts my wants,
Suggests what I should eat,
But struggles with the concept of
A trash bag in the street.
Still, I’m assured our fate is safe
In circuits sleek and bright.
Once it decides if traffic cones
Mean guidance or a fight.