Shall you compare me to ChatGPT?
Technology pouts not about dinner
I talk over your program on TV
AI never smokes, not much a sinner
I’ll shout your secrets from atop a tree!
AI may even help you get thinner.
I sculpt jokes from your daily tragedy
But skilled code doesn’t make verse a winner
And there’s no proxy for my novelty
A comedian’s best voice is inner
Jokes are the real and true ingenuity
AI’s future sours the smile of this grinner:
Lend me your brain, I must give it a pick
Today, AI writes some popcorny flick
But its tentacles are on the uptick
Soon, only AI will doctor the sick!
CLOWNWORLD SHAKESPEARE - The Beginning
INT. GLOBE THEATRE, 1594 LONDON - EARLY MORNING WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE is sprawled out on the stage next to several empty gin and ale bottles. His clothes are torn, soiled. The Bard smells as bad as he looks. Luckily, the theatre is empty, and the only sounds are the famed playwright's half-blind muffled grunts. Then all of a sudden--