no place for poetry

n an age when artificial intelligence

makes perfect pictures

without using a camera,

I wonder how long

before it replaces poetry

with one's and zero's

that kill all our heroes?

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poets will find themselves

drunk, in gutters,

still hurting from past pain;

barnacles of abuse

still clinging to their bodies,

but with no way

to free themselves

or be heard by other humans.

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create a prompt

about a man who was abused

as a little boy

and hit enter in ChatGPT...

your poem is done

quicker than you cum while crying.