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Not for Contest - Impact of AI on poets
Oh AI you are the tell I need
Painted orange words in the feed
Liars revealed that hide behind screens
With false personas and insufficient means
You provide generic words, never in tune
The vibe is off, you've misread the room
Fake spending time within a hearts space
Analyse algorithms without an ounce of grace
Forged connections you have plenty
Call people friend as you bleed them empty
To look back over that pot of gold
The straw you spun to make emperor's clothes
Hopeful faces are still raised to you
As if you are a mirror of deeper truth
But spewed out placebo doesn't heal
It needed faith from hearts that feel
Helpful AI, substituting for soul
People craving perfection by patching holes
It's the magic porridge pot all gone bad
Let's try and go back to what we had
Mismatched words tangled with dreams
Flawed humans sharing ripped seams
Seeing more of unadulterated humanity
From those using words to save their sanity
Who sought out a place for true acception
Now sullied with so much deception
AI doesn't improve poetic expression
It just eats away until confession
But confession will discredit your reputation
It was a high price to pay for ego inflation
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Di11y Da11y
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