AI This and AI That
It used to be when people’d see a comment they’d be gladBut now they see a comment spree and seem to just get sad
And think of how no commenter could have so much to say
Or god forbid, find them mental, and poo poo them away.
For it’s AI this and AI that and surely AI’s used
But god forbid a poet has some poetic views.
It used to be that people wrote comments as well as verse
But now I see much verses float, uncommented of course,
And ponder what’s the fucking use of posting while mouths shut
Or when someone then shares their views, proclaim that they’re a bot.
For it’s AI this and AI that and surely you’re AI
But god forbid a poet has let their critique free fly.
It used to be that Poetbay was one community
But now I see more islands, pray, is this the end of we?
Are all of us just wasting time, posting into a void?
And when I poke that darkling clime are some of you annoyed?
For it’s AI this and AI that and surely AI’s used
But god forbid a poet has some poetic views.
For it’s AI this and AI that and surely you’re AI
But god forbid a poet has let their critique free fly.
Yes, god forbid a poet has let their critique fly free.
Poetry by Sameen
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Written on 2026-08-25 at 15:13
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