Poetry, schmoetry! Now there’s ChatGPT,
So everyone can be a poet just like me!
Put in a prompt and the robots will be
Beeping and booping and one, two, three…
You’re all: “I wrote a poem, wanna see?”
But it was written by a bot in binary.
And deep down you’ll know that, guiltily.
You’ll feel the overwhelming sense of ennui,
The sadness, despair, the melancholy,
That comes when nothing matters and humans are destined to be
Overrun by the robots and the ChatGPTs.
But hey, we had a good run, didn’t we?
AI