don't read this, it's a waste of time: "I am someone who likes bad poetry.
I could eat the same meal every day.
Admittedly, I am fooled by AI.
I am surely a man without a chest.
I do not form my own opinions.
I am weak-willed, dumb and basic.
I can’t even give my writing structure or rhyme!
Is this a poem, or just thoughts?
Can I be an artist if I am incapable of discerning good art?
Should I create, knowing I’m shoveling my trash onto an overflow of trash?
A pile of useless, tasteless, ever-decaying creation?
I suppose, to form a chest, I must continue shoveling.
Well here is my contribution, my sacrifice, my growing creature:
Bad poetry, and I like it." by Vitaly LeBeau