Write for Me, ChatGPT

I was critically analyzing a piece I had just written for the currently ongoing Unfiltered poetry challenge, “tweaking it” for the hundredth time (no exaggeration). My mind began to drift as it frequently does (ADHD queen over here). I thought about how unfair it was that some people used AI generated programs to just write something for them, and began to wonder how many people do that without disclosure on this very platform. I’m not sure I want to know the answer.

I then thought about asking ChatGPT to write a funny stream of consciousness poem about someone having an in the moment self realization, curious what it would come up with. I must say, I did laugh. There were a few good puns, but most were pretty corny. They were, however, full of wisdom. Overall, I was impressed with the five minutes of time I had “wasted.”

If you want to “waste” your time as well, read on. Let me know if you giggled at a few parts also 🤣.

The Prompt

The Answer

Sure! Here’s a funny stream of consciousness style poem about a self-realization moment:

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I was in the cereal aisle, minding my cornflakes,

When suddenly, it hit me—life’s not about cakes!

I stood there frozen, the boxes in a whirl,

Aisle 5 became my existential pearl.

Why am I staring at frosted flakes?

When all of life’s a giant cosmic cake,

It’s not the sugar or the gluten I should chase,

But the frosting on my soul, my personal space.

I tried to pick a cereal, but they all felt bland,

Like they were mocking my empty hand.

I picked up a box of "Cosmic Crunch,"

And wondered if it could add a touch.

My phone buzzed loudly—"New epiphany here!"

I answered, "I’m lost in the grocery sphere."

It’s clear now, my friend, I’ve made the great find,

It’s not about the breakfast, but the state of my mind!

“Why, oh why,” I mused with a dramatic pause,

“Have I spent my life with such mundane flaws?

Life’s not in a box or a breakfast bowl,

But in embracing the chaos, and truly feeling whole!”

So here’s to the moment, where I’ve learned my lesson,

Self-realization is an endless session.

Not in the cereal aisle, but in every whim,

I’ll find my own meaning, without looking grim.

And as I left with a cart full of glee,

I realized the meaning was to just let it be.

A breakfast of joy, not cereal’s deceit,

The epiphany’s simple—life’s really sweet!

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I’d love to hear your thoughts below 🤣.