an ode to ai

You can have other’s words.

Repurpose them for cheap

Sell them to world. 

All it cost is the water from my backyard.

And an increasing line on my electric bill.

All It costs

Is my future

So you can have other’s words,

But you can’t have mine.

I’ll hold them in my head.

Cherish them in their gestation 

Before their stolen

Slandered into caricature. 

You have my future.

You have my words.

What have I?