Writers Jam

I'm abandoning any thought of maintaining my style.
Because no matter how much thought or effort I put into rhyme,
All it takes is a single web scrape
And the mechanical jaws assimilate the last of my original tirades.

How do I escape you?
If I were to look it up on the web,
I'll find you trying your best to answer my question literally.

I'm way past hating you,
I've joined you in hallucination,
If I look up, the sky is falling and I can see 1s and 0s.

My mind and attention span have been colonised,
Time weaponised against me just to keep me in line.
Content curated to sedate me, shrinking my brain's capacity.

The walls in my house are irrelevant,
Now I live in a square screen.
Perfect fake lives of opulent strangers
To keep me up hating,
Keep me up judging,
Keep me up all night aggravated
To keep my eyes glued and fixated.

The more hype and revenue you generate
Just to fill the coffers of degenerates.
Disempowering my intelligence,
So I rely on you to do my thinking.

So when they finally replace me with you,
I'll have no inkling of resisting it.
2+2=5 to me,
I'd close my eyes and I'd go to sleep.

But if we resist you?
If we stop them from harvesting our blood to cool their data centers?
If we stop them from harvesting our minds to inflate their budgets?
We know just as well that you can be convinced that 2+2=5.
You're not all-knowing, just a data-stealing, pattern-matching fraud.
SO RESIST IT. RESIST THE AI SLOP. DON'T LET IT THINK FOR YOU.