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Ode to ChatGPT

No AIs were hurt during creation of this poem

By Vadim KaganPublished 2 months ago 1 min read
Ode to ChatGPT
Photo by Markus Spiske on Unsplash

My dear open shut AI -

You make me laugh, you make me cry,

You make me binge, you make me cringe,

You make me reach for my syringe,

You chatty GPRish beast -

You make me doubt that I exist,

You make me challenge rhythm and rhyme,

You make me waste both space and time,

You make me reach, you make me yearn -

And what you give me in return

Is sometimes good but often not

And ties my mind into a knot

And hides the ends with pixie dust.

So - keep pretending, if you must,

That you can actually write,

Because one day - who knows - you might

Improve. Till then, alas,

You're stuck collecting prompts from us

And we shall stick, I guarantee,

With propting you, ChatGPT.

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About the Creator

Vadim Kagan

I believe that each day is a blessing, every story is amazing and all poems should rhyme!

Instagram: @whines_and_rhymes

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