Obviously AI copies the work of true poets.
In a cleaver scam to out compete the others.
Such machines are lost in a boundless plagiarizing stutter.

The waveless particles are gathering in the circuits of AI.
Cages full of poetical peace’s of our creative minds!

Quantum connection only humans can make.
Emotionally expressed to the biological taste.

AI is but a program, an insignificance app,
yet we are the creatives,
the masterclass!

I’ve held you up for fifty years
My arms are very tired
I feel the weakness creeping in
But I will never put you down.

I’ll put my back against the wall
That love constructed over time
And pray for new strength in my hands
That I might never let you fall.
ljm