AI’s Witless Blunder

When the algorithm insists on prettier pictures and select committee approval, sometimes the only appropriate response is a four-stanza smackdown. Here’s what happens when a poet refuses to bow to the machine’s idea of perfection.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

“AI’s Witless Blunder”

AI’s demand is for perfection,

Thou shalt imagine per Tennyson.

But all it gets from me—rejection—

For its lacks-imagery-jettison.

Poem’s essence: not to print pretty

Pictures, move by select committee,

Kow-tow to magnanimous bitty.

Poem’s heart? It’s repartee’s witty.

A sharp satire of AI’s hollow perfectionism, using comic rhyme to expose mechanical taste. Human wit subverts algorithmic authority, reclaiming spontaneity through ridicule.