Пр Я написал стих по вред генеративного ии в коммерции ура
Сори на русском не думается.
Неанон Спусковой крючок ака Лжедмитрий II

Sonar

A dead body set at the ceiling
Here is to lead our
brand new course.
A vicious joke leaves all the critique.
I wonder what this time
was its source.

I've been staring at the sun setting
Though this ship is only getting
More vivid, more obnoxious
in the inside,
Outside, it's a boring
yet tempting night.

Puppets' bizarre movements are...
I yawned and walked past the doors.
Accidentally heard my fantasies,
this far
The quality kept getting worse.

May I have a dream
with no strings attached?
May something happy happen
in fact? Watch this
Party getting high
as if we became mature.
Idiots spreading,
what an intrusive feature.

Colouring books, pop-ups,
advertisers,
Planimetric intuition,
scatterbrained logic.
A fish bait taken by cowards divers.
A brand new future
every other week.

Since when this chosen
to be the way?
Are the energy physics laws
now okay?
Somewhat burden to be observed.
What's the plan that
makes us preserved
From the danger
inside of our heads?
Perceivation killed a buncha cats
Leaving curiosity hanging.

Why you're so silent?
This drama's pathetic.
A distant island
Stays on the horizon getting
Blurry, gloomy.
Had fun devastating?

A screen black but lit,
Lies so sweet,
Forever, this is it,
A survivor's kit.

Хуйхуйхуйхуйхуйхуцхуйхуй

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