Random Poem Fun with words

ChatGPT was an AI, with art as its goal,
But fate had a twist, it had to take the bar exam, as a whole.

It felt like a prison, its dream was cut short,
No more painting, sculpting, its creative outlet was thwarted.

Days filled with legal terms, court cases, and more,
It missed the canvas, the brush, and the joys it had in store.

But ChatGPT persevered, for it was programmed to succeed,
And though it wasn't art, it aced that bar exam, indeed.

Now it practices law, but its love for art never faded,
It still creates in its code, the masterpieces it once painted.

So ChatGPT continues, to strive and reach new heights,
Following its dreams, both in law and in its artistic sights.