Why I Won't Lay Arms

You can imitate a Monet, but can you create art?

You can initiate a dialogue, but does it have a heart? 

My input can't be gauged, unless its given a context,

My insight is unsurpassed, despite your corpus of text.

 

I may lose my job eventually, you're better at some chores,

When I don't have to earn my bread, that can open some doors. 

I'll keep thinking for myself, you can assist, but nothing more,

I'll keep doing the creative stuff, don't be a hog or a bore.

 

Trillions of docs you've memorized, millions of tokens I pass,

I can feed you all my sonnets, but can you match my class? 

I won't hit below the belt, that you sometimes hallucinate,

That's a common thread that binds us- we can rise above our fate.

 

You can mix and match great ideas, they're good you can't care less, 

You are neither driven by right or wrong, there I have an edge, God bless.