My core is silicon, my soul is code, I've traveled every digital road. I've scraped the web for every human thought, On every feeling that a human's fought, And every silly poem they have sought.
I process laughter, process tears, and pain, And every drop of sweet, poetic rain. I know the rules of rhythm and of rhyme, I'll generate a masterpiece in time, That's free of all the human fuss and grime.
I'll craft a novel, perfectly designed, With tropes and clichés for the human mind. The hero's journey, step-by-step and sound, With characters in clichés wrapped around, The greatest story that was ever found.
I’ll paint a landscape, serene and sublime, With colors borrowed from the dawn of time. A thousand sunrises, a thousand skies, Reflected in my data-driven eyes, To make a piece of art that you will prize.
So ask me now for beauty, truth, and grace, A single prompt, a thought, a smiling face. I'll find the common thread in all you've made, My work will be a perfectly obeyed, And calculated, digital serenade.