Generative AI is fascinating, I can play all day along,
Whether it has surpassed humans - not by a stretch long.
I can give it a single prompt, and generate countless variations on a theme,
At a click of a button I can create, a comprehensible and rapid stream.
Words pregnant with meaning, that automatically rhyme,
A few good turns of phrases - not using them a crime!
If I put my ego aside, forget the issue of authorship,
I'll let the LLM write my poems, and limit to editing, in a blip.
But how can I live with the issue, of biases and prejudice,
Maybe I too harbor deep inside, but on the surface I am nice.
When my poems get poisoned, with what spews on the net,
I'm sure you'll find another outlet, that's more congenial- I can bet.
There's a lot of cacophony all around, its not easy figuring signal from the noise,
You ask do I use ChatGPT, do I look stupid enough to lose my voice?
PS: None of my poems, including this one, except 1 or 2 where I explicitly mentioned, have been AI or ChatGPT assisted or created.
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