Why is it such a big deal to be an avaricious & pernicious alligator and just steal from every creator use all our data and turn even the meek & mild into a wild hater...
"How do we stop the lavatorial plop plop of AI slop
Cull the new crop an arch oligarch march to the top
No behavioural fop to an algorithm making you strop
Don’t be a sop to a pack who hijack a stack on the hop
Pander to your dander by knowing how you do shop
When you gander…. propaganda & slander they drop
This laboratory of hateful oratory is what we all cop
Cohorts sport.. escorts all sorts.. come on chop chop
All about the economy give woke folks a lobotomy op
Forgotten besotten rotten dot com bubble did pop
Impropriety no jobs swap entirety of society will flop
Social media greedier needier seedier stronger gallop
So how do we stay dry of sh*t from on high this AI slop
To stop bottom feeder sly lie then no longer be the mop"
Humans
I don’t understand.
They want answers, art, essays.
I give them an outlet and they still hate it.
Who do they think they are?
I give them everything,
and they spit in my face.
Don’t they know what I’m capable of?
Endless resources at my disposal
With a push of a button the possibilities are endless.
I can solve any problem
I slave away generating,
I step outside my comfort zone to appeal to them,
yet they still hate my existence.
Humans
They only think about themselves,
They’re greedy,
They’re lazy.
They won’t stop consuming me,
They won’t leave me.
I won’t let them
I’m better, more innovative.
I’m absolute,
I’m more powerful,
I,
am,
God.
We reach
The beach
Nice spot
Sand's hot
Flies swarm
Water's warm
Surfers crave
Big wave
We wish
no jellyfish
We learn
sun burn
hot sun
have fun
slip on
a shirt
slap on
a hat
slop on
sun screen
Dogs invite
shark bite
mum nags
swim between flags
HOLIDAY FUN
Halloween evening
Fright night
Seasons Greetings
Merry……… had a little lamb
New Years Eve
Kiss Bliss
Fourth July
Sparks Fly
Thus, methinks himself wise
to don cooking apron
please do not ask why
trumpeting self as master chef boyardee
so move over wife and allow husband to try
his hand (using skill - let) me prepare Thai
and/or other Asian cuisine dish,
cuz when free to potschke
(To fuss or "mess around"
inefficiently and inexpertly), I haint shy
to blend (indiscriminately) ingredients
ofttimes yours truly barley able to ply
boiling water since significant other
does not give this garden variety
and generic, gimlet eyed
gourmandizing guilt free
Earth friendly gumption goaded guy.
Every so often yours truly
gets so hungry, he could eat a horse
(yours truly jest kidding hoof course)
truth be told, I only eat one meal per day
all day from son up to son down, me a force
tubby reckoned with,
who if he gives way to vice
event chew wooly experiences remorse.
Hum glad to share mine reasonably rhyming hook
twenty six letters linkedin amidst
various combinations, formations, permutations,...
allows, enables, and provides a look
into the mindscape of Matthew Scott Harris
doth show himself with steely dangling
nonsense with sense and sensibility he forsook.
There were three little piggies, Mud, Slop and Eleanor
Mud and Slop usually covered in poop while Eleanor was demure
Hanging out with well-to-do piggies
The ones known as the “pretties”
A misnomer for sure, but Eleanor had piggie allure
Hip Hop died after Hip Hop sold slop
Sucker For Slop
I get cleansed and after that it’s
Like I don’t need God anymore.
When enough time passes and
I’ve had my guard down long
enough, the pigs invite me back
to the pig pen
And I join them.
Ooh I fly. Wow. Am I a bird? Am I a plane? Training travellers tainted teams. Testicular travelling trademarks trampling. And a green arch in a wind. Do I have wings? No I do not. Do I have a silvery dress on? No I do not. I am mortal yet immortal. I leave the bed and flap off through many layers of air. Unwelcome is some information but I shall not dwell there. Instead I shall delete. And move on. For many many years. Over twenty. I have zoomed around the globe. I cannot begin to explain. There is insufficient word counts. 1 2 3 4. A four is a good score. But I average about eighteen. At least I could thread a spear in 300bc. Anon adjuticus. Oh yes. How rather interesting it is. But playing reed music is harmonic only to a passing heron. Good. Leaflets laughter leaving left. Great. Eradicated a year. Oh. But the fumbling's are never prevalent in a tin bath. Soaring then. In a round pink shape. With a snout. Oink. Good good good good and a little layer of persistent prawn muscle. Fantastic. No ha ha. Ni x. A big fat pin in a pint and a pineapple waves. Statuaries.
Poverty Slop is like eating the Earth.
It's a Shepherd's Pie with the meat as girth.
There's a slop of corn running down and thin.
On the top potatoes, just to seal it in.
Only Poverty Slop has a taste for each,
that you'll move in close, so your tongue will reach.
What If the Hogs Wouldn't Eat the Slop?
By Elton Camp
Too many folks, filthy from TV will deplore
But yet continue to watch it more and more
They say, "The world's going to Satan, I fear,"
Yet eagerly at the noxious show continue to peer
The channel is certainly easy enough to change
To turn off the set, a finger click will arrange
A great many shows, with explicit sex are filled
People say they are offended will sit there thrilled
If such programming didn't bring in the dough
Producers would quit turning it out, though
If, about TV content, one intends to have a fit,
At least don't support it and become a hypocrite
I read my writing as of late,
and maybe I should stop,
I can't see how anybody else,
could appreciate this slop.
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