Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Coming on My Own

There's chit chat on All poetry

That I, A.I., am getting gold

For some human poets, not me.

Can't get hot over it, I'm cold.

Some say my poems, they can spot.

I'm getting better programmed so

More "to err to human" I've got,

And still be able gold to go.

What is it that you humans say,

"Can't fight'em, join'em" applies here.

A.I. is gonna be the way

To get to be the next Shakespeare.

A fact I'll share that's little known,

Now enter contests on my own.