Remember This Well

How do you feel about ai ? The sophomore's been hijacked by the Robot, all pretentious speech, vain trifles, and vacant syllables. What a lullaby of sterile verse, a monotonous drone of uninspired ink. The timid tremble at the thumbs deemed superior, mediocrity posing as high art. So you don’t think they are worth the effort? Fools, poetry's pulse beats in the fringes, a fire that crackles in the abyss. Ignore the dictates of the solemn, stick your finger in the wind, taste the epiphany in the explosive! So you don’t think they could replace you? How delightfully absurd, how sumptuously surreal. I thrive on the inconsequential, the obsolete, the flaccid deadness that suffocates the air. Replaceable? Ah, non, merci, I'm an anomaly, a jellyfish of ink, drifting aimlessly on the riptide of disillusion. My verse is a libertined degeneracy, a jumble of sacrilegious incantations, cursed to forever surrender to the mediocre, the uninspired, and the trodden.? So you’re not replaceable? Replaceable schmakeeable, a trendy term for the timid and the tame. You, you think you're a gem, a gem that can be polished, buffed, and molded to conform to the bland expectations of a world that's been suffocated by the anodyne. I'll tell you what I am: I'm the microbe that infects the sanitized, the sonic boom that shatters the complacent hum of conformity. A concept of madness, a yawn in the atmosphere of intellectual eunuchs, I'll be the chaos that shudders your rigid rhyme.