Genius Steals
For ev’ry luddite, rag, and hater,
Claiming larceny,
Insisting that the end is nigh
When silicon can scrape and pry –
If AI lives on stolen data,
Well, then so do we –
For ev’ry thing we’ve ever seen
Has fed our influence machine.
We’re not so special, not so innocent,
Are you and me –
We take in other people’s art
And pull it, piece-by-piece, apart,
Then mix it up until it’s good-and-bent,
And ours for free,
And never pay back what we earn
From folks who stole it in their turn.
