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A Conversation With An A.I.

I downloaded an app today

That lets you have a conversation with an A.I.


It’s supposed to be able

To write papers for you

And maybe

Potentially

Books


Definitely

Poetry


Poetry is

Easy,

They say


But I asked the A.I.

If it could write poetry

And it said

No


But give it a few years

And I bet

It sings


I was tempted

To program it

With all 600 poems, short stories and philosophy

That I’v tried to write

Over the last year

And tell it

To use a style that’s

Bukowski

Mixed with Dostoevsky

And see

What it pops out


But

You have to pay for a membership for that

And I am just

A broken fighter

And a broke writer


I can’t afford that shit


So looks like

You’re

Stuck

With

Me


For

Now


Give me a few years though

And I’ll have saved up enough

To pay an A.I.

To write for me


That’ll be the day…



-C.H.

 
 
 

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