been playing with AI,

producing and wondering fly,

the thought did hit,

isn’t this shit,

the artist is out of business.

so I ran the training,

on my own work straining,

and to my surprise,

AI did compromise,

and lacked everything that made it me.

so I tried again,

trained it to be my brain,

but it failed to amuse,

it gave me the blues,

maybe I’m still an artist all the same?

turns out my work is unique,

too simple a physique,

so I picked up my pen,

and went inking again,

and felt relieved that I was useful to myself.

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