This Poem Won't Make A Difference
and the very bad Thursday mood
Work for nothing, live for nothing.
Swallow the grey, clock out late today.
Every day, clock out late every day.
Come in early before the birds,
But expect no grubs, no worms.
Ring your hands and cry in the stall.
Then button it up and smile in the hall.
Remember that art breeds happiness,
Passion creates warmth in the soul,
Then remember to toss it aside.
Art is best made by AI.
Sit in the dark then and wallow,
Learn better to swallow
Bitter pills and ugly bills.
Push the rock up the hill,
One stop and then we're killed.
Throw away your hobbies
And live instead in lobbies,
The places where the rich waste time
And we wash away their grime.
But this poem doesn't matter
Because words are better from AI.
About the Creator
Silver Daux
Writer of the dark! Think of it like flipping rocks, the weird little stories underneath are my jam and jelly. Jam and butter? Just jam. Absolutely no use of AI in any of my works :)
Ah, also:
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