I experimented with AI art generators and I was shocked
The poem is self-explanatory.
A woman Culture-made
The invisible machinery scares me I avoid all contemporary I can by keeping it beyond the fifth wall is every break a comma and every new paragraph a full stop? I’ve just micro done it like everything else- Lastly I’m only left with language All the past I’ve been relying on is being left behind and I can’t follow the pace I’ve become a woman culture-made more than I’ve ever been and I entered my lines on an artificial art generator A Woman Culture-Made And there was shown only clothes a dress I did it again boobs I did it again legs I did it as many times as the years I’ve endured this madness It was the same the parts in the game that we’ve been playing unaware Then, out of curiosity, I redid it all to Man What is the man dear man-made robot? Oh I forgot about that the culture-made is just a niche of man-made But yes the man was shown in the picture it is important that the maid knows her maker It is just obvious and a little sad that questions have yet to be asked
Careful with the machines. They have the average male mind.