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The original was posted on /r/singularity by /u/flutterbynbye on 2023-08-18 02:49:03+00:00.
Granny told Pawpaw…
“Don’t matter how cute that calf is,
Don’t matter how fun it is to play,
He’s just little a baby now,
but he’s learnin’ from you what to do
with humans every day…”
But Pawpaw was havin’ so much fun,
a’ wrasslin’ him to the ground…
And that calf, he’d come a runnin’
Every time Pawpaw was around…
Bet you can guess how this story ends
Cause ya’ll are shorely smart…
Pawpaw had to sell that bull,
Though it broke his big ole heart
Now use that big ole brain of yours
to ponder upon on this…
What’dya think might happen when
ya’ll keep a’ play wrasslin’ with this new intelligence?
Where you gunna sell it when it grows up fully to,
A big ole ‘playful’, omnipresent dig-i-ital bull…?
I thought you all might be interested in this poem I wrote thinking about some of the topics you tend to discuss here.