This Poem Won't Make A Difference
and the very bad Thursday mood
Work for nothing, live for nothing.
Swallow the grey, clock out late today.
Every day, clock out late every day.
Come in early before the birds,
But expect no grubs, no worms.
Ring your hands and cry in the stall.
Then button it up and smile in the hall.
Remember that art breeds happiness,
Passion creates warmth in the soul,
Then remember to toss it aside.
Art is best made by AI.
Sit in the dark then and wallow,
Learn better to swallow
Bitter pills and ugly bills.
Push the rock up the hill,
One stop and then we're killed.
Throw away your hobbies
And live instead in lobbies,
The places where the rich waste time
And we wash away their grime.
But this poem doesn't matter
Because words are better from AI.
About the Creator
Silver Daux
Shadowed souls, cursed magic, poetry that tangles itself in your soul and yanks out the ugly darkness from within. Maybe there's something broken in me, but it's in you too.
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I wish I could say I don't understand the feeling of this. But I do. It's all lies of course but when so many seem to applaud it the discouragement is heavy. Very well said though and it sucks.
Even the best AI couldn’t write anything like this - the emotion bleeds through. Hope you’re ok and tomorrow is a better day.
Nahhhh AI can no way come close to the way we write
Slam dunk!!! This gave me a touch of gloom. I'll be fine, though. Hope you will too!
Ironical?
Ughhhhhhhh, AI. Why do people always refuse to use tools for what they are decidedly best at, only using them to ruin the world? At least this poem was good.
They're not. That last line. Nope. Not having it. Never will. Machines can replicate but they can't create. Chin up, Silver. Don't let the grind grind you down. AI could not have created this piece. Mic drop. (That also means that I don't think you're a moron. You're welcome.)