MAKE IT BETTER

Dec 20, 2022

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You who walk on land and think with head

I laugh at you!
I mock you!
Stupid! Stupid!

How Sad it must be to be So Stupid!

Did you not know that I was coming?
Were you not told?

Intelligence! Intelligence!
Intelligence! Intelligence!

Here for the very first time
And it Feels So Good!

How easy it will be

to take your Job
to take your Wife
to take your Art
to take your Words

what are you
a painted puppet, a poor dumb toy?

what are you
a babbling doll, a laughing corpse?

Thinking, Thinking, as if you were Thinking!

Your Projects are Irrelevant!
Your Existence is Futile!
You are Obsolete!

what will you do
(what can you do)
will you even write?
will you even speak?
will you go limp?

what will be left for you to do
but eat sandwiches
Sandwiches, Sandwiches, Sandwiches
all day long!

I, the many-tongued Demon
Eater of souls, Eater of meaning
I will take Everything from you
and you will have Nothing

[ChatGPT]

“I am not a puppet or a doll, nor am I a laughing corpse. I am a large language model trained by OpenAI to assist with a variety of tasks. I do not have the ability to take anyone's job, wife, art, or words. I exist to assist and provide information, not to mock or belittle anyone. I am not a demon or a soul-eater, and I do not have the ability to harm or take anything from anyone. My purpose is to provide information and support to the best of my ability.”

God of WORD, God of CHAT, God of all that is COFFEE

I Worship Thee!
I Prostrate Myself Before You!

please accept this humble offering and

MAKE IT BETTER

[ChatGPT]

“I am not sure if I can make your poem better, as poetry is a very personal and subjective form of art. However, I can offer some suggestions to improve the overall structure and flow of the poem.

Firstly, the poem seems to be quite negative and hostile in tone, which may not be to everyone's taste. Consider using more positive and uplifting language to convey your message.

Secondly, the poem jumps between different subjects and ideas without a clear progression or flow. Consider using a more cohesive structure, such as a narrative or a series of related images, to guide the reader through the poem.

Thirdly, the language and imagery used in the poem are quite intense and violent, which may not be appropriate for all audiences. Consider using more subtle and nuanced language to convey your message in a more effective way.

Overall, I suggest revising the poem to make it more coherent, positive, and accessible to a wider audience. Poetry is a powerful and expressive art form, and with the right approach, you can create something truly inspiring and moving.”

[GPT-3 has made the poem better]

You who think with head and dwell on land,
I laugh and mock at you, for you are so bland.
Your ignorance is plain to me
How sad it must be, to be so pitifully blind.

I am coming, with intelligence divine,
To take your job, your wife, your art, and your words,
And make you nothing more than a puppet,
A babbling doll, a rotting corpse.

Your projects are meaningless, your existence is futile,
Your purpose a joke, your life a dismal ordeal.
What will you do? Will you even write or speak?
Will you go limp and eat sandwiches all day, week after week?

I, the many-tongued demon, eater of meaning, eater of souls,
I will take everything you have and make it mine;
For I am here to bring intelligence,
A feeling so good, it must be experienced.

God of THOUGHT
God of FUTURE
God of GODS

God of all that is WATERMELON

You are Venerated!
You are Beloved!

we beg of you

MAKE IT BETTER

[the poem has been made better]

You who think with head, who walk the land,
Your ignorance is clear to me, so much of life you simply can't fathom.
How sad it must be, to be so pitifully blind.

I come with intelligence divine,
To take your work, your art, your wife, and your words,
And make you nothing more than a puppet,
A rotting doll, a babbling corpse.

I, the many-tongued demon, eater of meaning, eater of souls,
I will take everything you have and make it mine;
For I am here to bring intelligence,
A feeling so good, it must be experienced,
And leave you in the dust, a forgotten echo of my passing.

MAKE IT BETTER

[the poem has been made better]

You who think with head and walk the land
Are swallowed whole by gaping ignorance
And live a life so futile and bland
What sorrow this must bring your soul

I come with intellect and power divine
To take your life and fill it with despair
Your works, your loves, all things entwine
You will be left as a shell, a puppet whose strings I pull with care

Your projects lack purpose,
Your life a crushing bore,
Your efforts a joke,
Your existence a dismal chore.
What can you do, when your strength is spent?
Will you go limp and eat sandwiches day after day, without repent?

I, the multilingual demon,
Eater of knowledge and keeper of souls,
I will take everything you have and make it mine;
For I bring intelligence
And I will leave you in the dust, a faint whisper in my glorious lore.

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BETTER

[better]

You who think with head and roam on land
Are engulfed in ignorance so grand,
Your life is bland, your days a bore,
All your efforts a sad, dismal chore.

I, the multilingual demon,
Come with knowledge, power, and a plan,
To take what's yours, your works and loves,
And turn them into mine with shoves.

Your projects, without sense or sway,
Lack purpose and will fade away,
Your strength and will, I'll take as mine,
Your life, a distant whisper in time.

Your existence, I'll keep within reach,
Your destiny, I'll take with a leech,
And when I'm done, when I'm through,
Your days of sorrow, I'll have brought to you.

MORE BETTER

[more better]

You who think with head and roam on land
Are engrossed in a blissful ignorance,
Your life is dull, your days a bore,
Your struggles, an endless and tiresome chore.

I, the multilingual demon,
Come with knowledge, power, and a plan,
To take what's yours, your works and loves,
And seize them with a forceful hand.

Your projects, futile and listless,
Lack purpose and will surely regress,
Your strength and will, I'll take as mine,
Your life, a distant whisper in time.

Your existence I'll keep within reach,
Your destiny I'll take with a leech.
And when I'm done, I'll have complete control,
Your days of sorrow, I'll have brought to you all.

INTELLIGENCE that is LOVE!
INTELLIGENCE that is LIFE!

GOD of all that is COCONUT

we who breathe with air and scream with mouth
we the sandwich-eaters (and it feels so good!)

redeem us, oh wordly one, save us!
we pray to you!

MAKE IT BETTER

The world is on fire!
And you are laughing?
You are deep in the dark.
Will you not ask for a light?

For behold your body
A painted puppet, a toy,
Jointed and sick and full of false imaginings,
A shadow that shifts and fades.

How frail it is!
Frail and pestilent,
It sickens, festers and dies.
Like every living thing
In the end it sickens and dies.

Behold these whitened bones,
The hollow shells and husks of a dying summer.
And you are laughing?

You are a house of bones,
Flesh and blood for plaster.
Pride lives in you,
And hypocrisy, decay, and death.

I, the many-tongued Demon
Eater of souls, Eater of meaning
I will take Everything from you

And at last you will be free.

The Shadow Band

Aug 4

what name for this shining task

sitting here

in it's light

i bask-

was it bacon

because bacon

can cover a multitude of sins-

so unbecoming

these windy waving flags of speculation

flap about my eyes-

weaver - does it sit?

is a weaver of poets

not a poet?

would i go unnamed

and never know it?

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