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Something So Pathetically Human That No A.I. Could Write It

Extreme vulgarity

May be needed

In this fight

Against A.I. writing's


This is where I can be of use.


A style so vulgar

So grotesque

No A.I.

Would write such a thing


Something so pathetically human

So finite

That an A.I.

Could never write it


Vulgar

Grotesque

Pathetic

Free verse poetry

It could be the antidote



So


Here is


A big fuck you


To the A.I. users.


Take a step back

And fuck yourself


This is not your poetry

This is a fight

A fight for art

And what it means

To be human


And this writer

Loves to fight


Every artists

Join this fight

Or

We will drown

In this era

Of technological revolutions

We will be lost

If we lose this fight


We must rage against the night

We must fight to write

And write to fight


Unfortunately

This revolution of ours

Is now

A call to arms


So show the world

What it means

To be

A human writer



And write something so pathetically human

That the reader

Has no choice

But to admit

That a human wrote it.


-C.H.


 
 
 

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