Check Your Bot, Dot 

A silly little rhyme about refusing AI right up until it becomes annoyingly useful. 

I will not use your bot, Dot.
I do not want it. I do not. 

It writes too fast.
It sounds too neat.
Especially when answers repeat. 

It gives me bullets, neat and hot.
I still do not want your bot, Dot. 

“Just try one task,” said patient Dot.
“I will not try it. No, I’ll not.” 

Not for notes.
Not for mail.
Not for summaries pale or stale. 

Not in Slack.
Not in Teams.
Not in workflows, docs, or streams. 

Not for decks
And not for charts
And not for fake synthetic smarts. 

Then came a day of meeting mush,
three calls, four threads, a deadline rush. 

I tossed it notes.
An awful lot.
And held my breath. 

That sneaky bot. 

It pulled the actions, found the risks,
and gave me bullets, clean and brisk. 

I frowned at Dot.
I stared a lot. 

“I still don’t trust your shiny bot.” 

But then I used one little list.
And then a draft. I must insist . . . 

It helped with clutter,  

cleaned the mess,
and cut the meeting nonsense stress. 

I do like your bot, Dot. 

I will use your bot, Dot. I will.