Let me start off by saying how proud I am of all you've accomplished in real life. You're off to a great start, and don't let anything break your stride.
This is a nifty rhyming poem, playfully discussing the serious topic of technological advancements and the issue of human ingenuity. We are posed questions about how far we should go, and if all this advancing is getting just a bit too weird and out of control.
What does happen to all the people who may lose their secretarial type jobs to AI? What about content producers, those who write and create art? Is AI a meaningful substitute? Or is it utterly soulless? Does the amount of "soul" put into a project mean anything anymore? I like to look at the AI conundrum through the lens of music and songwriting; the way pop music is headed these days, would anyone know or care if AI composed the lyrics for us instead of people? A trade which has already lost its soul doesn't lose much by enlisting AI...
I feel as though your poem could be improved by adjusting the meter in several places, removing a word and rephrasing it here and there. It's generally recommended to read one's poetry aloud when writing. I would also recommend adding a third relevant genre, such as "Technology" or "Experience."
Other than that, it's an enjoyable item which raises important questions in a lighthearted manner.