Some write along with AI, spitting stories that enchant,
To know what's human, what's AI, God wisdom to me grant.
The topic is dictated by AI, it also embeds keywords,
That would make it rise in SEO, and be pushed by algos to herds.
Some rise against this fascism, of AI, for AI and by AI,
They poison deliberately their artworks, to stop scraping- an eye for an eye?
They write with humans in mind, who can give a thumbs up or down,
They pamper to the masses, not the classes, but to the AI use they frown.
AI has democratized writing, all can now churn sonnets or prose,
The average Joe can play Shakespeare, call by hundred names a rose.
Yet the fragrance is amiss, and the texture all but gone,
To believe that AI art is blasphemy, I hope I'm not alone.
You may write for machines, you may write for money, I write for art's sake,
The machine generated content may rhyme, but at the level of soul, ain't it fake?
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