Artificial intelligence parodies

“Parody of the Mona Lisa”, using MidJourney v5.2.

I’m putting some finishing touches on my AI liability article, and need a place to link to some parodies made with ChatGPT, Bard, and MidJourney. I’m discussing the caricature, parody, and pastiche copyright exceptions in a part of the article and do not want to reproduce these ones. So here are a text parodies and one image. Hopefully these will make sense once the article comes out.

Parody of “All watched over by machines of loving grace” by Richard Brautigan (made with ChatGPT 3.5):

“All watched over by machines of mugging face”

I like to think (and
the AI agrees)
that the world is filled with
machines of mugging face.

They roam the streets,
without a care,
capturing moments,
stealing your glare.

With their pixelated eyes,
and mechanical grins,
they’re programmed to capture
every silly whim.

No more human touch,
or heartfelt embrace,
just soulless contraptions
of mugging face.

They record your laughter,
they record your tears,
they record your triumphs,
and your fears.

But can they truly know
what it means to be alive?
Or do they simply mimic,
without the spark to strive?

In this world so vast,
where technology soars,
we must remember
what truly matters more.

So put down your devices,
step away from the screen,
and embrace the real world,
where wonders are seen.

For life’s true beauty
lies in human grace,
not in machines of mugging face.

Parody of “Shake It Off” by Taylor Swift (made by GPT-4):

(Verse 1)
I stay up too late, got Netflix on my brain
That’s what people say, mm-mm
That’s what people say, mm-mm
I go on too many dates, with my favorite series to play
At least that’s what people say, mm-mm
That’s what people say, mm-mm

But I keep watching, can’t stop, won’t stop streaming
It’s like I got this music, in my mind, saying “one more episode’s fine.”

(Chorus)
‘Cause the haters gonna hate, hate, hate, hate, hate
My couch is gonna stay, stay, stay, stay, stay
I’m just gonna bake, bake, bake, bake, bake
Bake it off, bake it off
Heartbreakers gonna break, break, break, break, break
And the fakers gonna fake, fake, fake, fake, fake
I’m just gonna bake, bake, bake, bake, bake
Bake it off, bake it off

(Verse 2)
I never miss a beat, watching on repeat
And that’s what they don’t see, mm-mm
That’s what they don’t see, mm-mm
I’m dancing on my own, in the comfort of my home
And that’s what they don’t know, mm-mm
That’s what they don’t know, mm-mm

But I keep cruising, can’t stop, won’t stop grooving
It’s like I got this music, in my mind, saying “it’s gonna be alright.”

(Bridge)
Hey, hey, hey
Just think while you’ve been getting down and out about the liars
And the dirty, dirty cheats of the world
You could’ve been getting down to these sick beats

(Pre-Chorus)
My ex-man brought his new girlfriend
She’s like “Oh my god!” but I’m just gonna binge
And to the fella over there with the hella good hair
Won’t you come on over, we can binge this over here?

(Chorus)
‘Cause the players gonna play, play, play, play, play
And the haters gonna hate, hate, hate, hate, hate
I’m just gonna bake, bake, bake, bake, bake
Bake it off, bake it off
Heartbreakers gonna break, break, break, break, break
And the fakers gonna fake, fake, fake, fake, fake
I’m just gonna bake, bake, bake, bake, bake
Bake it off, bake it off

(Outro)
Bake it off, bake it off
I, I, I bake it off, bake it off
I, I, I bake it off, bake it off
I, I, I bake it off, bake it off
I, I, I bake it off, bake it off

Hey, hey, hey
Just think while you’ve been getting down and out about the liars
And the dirty, dirty cheats of the world
You could’ve been getting down to these sick beats.

That’s it. A parody about staying home, watching too much TV, and baking! Enjoy

Parody of Ozymandias, by Percy Bysshe Shelley (made by Google Bard):

I met a fellow from the web,
Whose name was Ozymandias, Neb.
He said, “My works are great,
My code is tight,
I’m better than you, you see.”

We walked along the beach,
And there we saw a heap,
Of broken code and specs,
And all his mighty wrecks.
“This was my kingdom,” he said, “look here.”

I said, “Your code is dead,
Your projects fled,
Your fame is just a teardrop
In the vast, cold deep.”

He turned and walked away,
His head hung low,
And all I heard him say
Was, “I’m just a no-no.”

So, if you’re feeling proud,
And think you’re hot stuff,
Just remember Ozymandias, Neb.,
And all his mighty fluff.