Me and ChatGPT Wrote a Poem

The middleman. The average Joe. A goldilocks guy — never high, never low.

Always in the middle, he’s a steady flow. Neither too fast nor too slow.

Between a rock and a hard place, on the middle floor. He’s not got nothing, but he could want more.

But content he remains, with what he has in store. Living life with a smile, never seeking to score.

A jack-of-all-trades, mastery’s overdone. He doesn’t need a lot. Just enough, and he’s won.

Simple pleasures are his joy, under the moon and sun. In his heart, he knows, his battles are won.