Salt on AI detectors' injuries

For those that still doubt the stupidity of AI detectors. In this poem just change the word "half" in line 18 to "58%" and paste each in an AI detector (e.g. scribbr.com or quillbot.com) you will be amazed how AI just with that substitution magically changed its judgement from "58% AI detected" to "100% human". ••••••••••••••••••••••••••• We write poems to appease AI detectors; They teach us how not to write poems. Instead of helping us refine our voice, They outwit the very minds that gave them form. Now we must draft — and redraft — again, Till detectors confirm what we already know: That the verse we penned with our own hands Was not machine-made — else, to the bin it goes. Bit by bit, we shed our voice and flair, Crafting short poems to dodge the snare Of mindless cops with borrowed brains — Feigning genius, demanding human trust and praise. While the clever few smile their way to the banks, The rest are trapped in sandless El Dorados, Where junk gets crowned as literary gold, And we keep sinking while seeking higher ground. I wrote this piece to sting your wound like pepper, Yet still, your lame brain tags it half-machine. Do you also craft words to spite yourself? Or has your blind eye buried all direction?