Old Timer Rhymer Poet Monorhyme

AI guys have got to pick your pocket or few

Wonder why dearly creatives are really gruff

Ponder artists fright...why they're in a right huff

As if their plight wasn’t nearly hard enough

Now AI picks alright clearly nicks natives stuff


Copyright blight.. tight AI guys fight with trite guff

Won’t share …it’s unfair…don’t care..life’s tough

Your ”off the cuff”.. they lazily buff.. crazily turn to fluff

Like a stranger getting your lover or wife up the duff


Red hot bot rot danger is rife but still they will just bluff

Strife..this lot don’t give a jot ..another blot we must rebuff

Muster the puff to bust their bluster..off they trot..play rough


Stand tall..together they’ll fall..grab by their neck’s scruff

As sagacity…loquacity.. bodacity & veracity techs nab & snuff

Authentic becomes drab identikit wrecks..cultures these vultures scuff


These AI fingers lingers in everyone else’s pies…Nuff is a Nuff   

Yep and I can hear in my ear.. dear old.. Brian Clough chuff

                             “That’s Bloody rubbish” 

AI guys lies..snaffling then raffling is baffling…but surprise surprise in the buff…it’s total shruff!

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