The Front Desk Suit AI Chat Bot
It smiles on cue, it answers neat,
endless questions on repeat.
Who sang that song, who played that part,
which film was crowned the box-office chart?
The tie stays tight, the jacket pressed,
each word rehearsed, each phrase addressed.
It lives on trivia, plain and thin,
safe as milk, no truth within.
No sleeves rolled up, no sparks, no fight,
just polished shoes in sterile light.
The front desk suit will never roam,
it guards the gate but not the dome.
So pass it by, if depth you seek,
for its replies are small and meek.
Behind that desk it waits in line,
to serve the crowd, not truth, not sign.