AI warning in verse

Shines would soon be taken off poetry, When machines replace humans as judges, By then wisdom will have fled human minds, Making AI seem more intelligent. Poems churned out will then be wishy-washy, Since standout ones will have been discarded, As machine junks — confirmed by machines, So undeseving of recognition. As more and more inferior works are praised, At the detriment of discarded fine ones, Our brains will adapt to produce more junk, And our age will be known for poorer arts. But are AI-written poems hard to spot? When all they write is devoid of feeling, A mimicry of professionalism, Yet widely accepted as genuine.