I asked chatGPT to write a poem
it gave me kindergarten rhymes lacking in depth;
I asked chatGPT if it would steal my job
it reassured me: It won’t happen, I am here to help!
I ask chatGPT: What are the questions
most people ask you, late at night, when no one’s there?
it listed lovers, feelings, exes, toxic patterns
cures for hemorrhoids, heartbreak, shame, fear and regret.
Also, VERY specific questions, including:
If I scream into the void, does the void scream back, or does it just quietly judge me?
Do planets get jealous of each other?
Is it normal to sneeze every time I see a picture of Nicolas Cage?
Do penguins ever look up at the sky and wish they worked as accountants?
What should I do when I’m constipated and my poop is stuck half in, half out?
Can I grow taller by hanging upside down like a bat?
Why don’t humans have tails anymore? Do you think we were using them wrong?
If I run faster than my Wi-Fi, do I become the Internet?
Why do I feel so lonely when my shadow disappears at night?
Why do I feel so lonely when my plants don’t say thanks for watering them?
Why do I feel so lonely when the refrigerator light goes off when I close the door?
Why do I feel lonely even when surrounded by people?
Why do I feel so lonely, despite all the opportunities to meet new people?
Why do I feel so lonely, as if something is missing, even when everything seems fine?
Why does everyone else seem so happy, and I’m not?
Will anyone ever miss me if I’m gone?
I asked chatGPT: How did we come to this,
feeling so lonely we seek friendship from a bot?
It claimed: I’m here, on call, at every hour
I do not judge, I build a safe space, and I answer on the spot.
I asked chatCPT: What is the purpose
of having friends, since we all have chatGPT?
It listed touch, hugs, warmth, support and presence –
and all the human things I’m terrified to be.
I asked chatGPT to write a poem,
and make it bad, so I’d feel good about my own
it went:
Life’s a sandwich, filled with dread
You bite too hard, the mayo spreads
The bread gets stale, the filling rots
And yet you chew, again, again…
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