Artificially, it tries to become a part of our lives
And with it, comes creativity's demise
For it only takes
never partakes, never creates
Recycling what is ours,
providing nothing but hours
wasted on tasteless rubbish
Designed for all,
but meaningful to none.
Where's the fun?
It's art it churns
through algorithms at the speed of light
And it's "success" it never earns
We must try to fight
the evil, that is creativity's blight
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