The internet is dead,
so they say,
the bots have taken control!
Those bustling comment sections,
hidden neatly under articles
stuffed full
of auto playing video adverts
that only seem to embiggen on each
attempt at hitting the minute X,
are merely machines
hallucinating,
inventing humans who argue about
‘How To Spot an AI Author’

The game has changed
and we are still learning
these new rules,
though it seems to be rigged
(same as it ever was)
against our favour.
Forced to accept it
within our careers
by the clueless and the lazy
it is all we can do to remove
the stench of AI (not even real
artificial intelligence,
that would be Johnny 5)
from association.

I am sad at the times,
at the short cuts
mainstream has duly accepted,
those who create
with a text prompt or two, rather
than those with pen and paper
and determination
for self betterment.

Maybe I am old man clouding it?
Maybe it is not the children
who are out of touch,
but my own set in the
ways personality?
Yes,
it is the me who is wrong!

I am ecstatic! Safely locked
away here,
on this site of my own,
with my own weirdy pome thoughts
that tumble and rumble and jumble
and bumble on,
myself and the program
(not app)
that grants my creative expression
and,
most importantly,
freedom to be the goodbad goofball
that I can be.