So this is my way of calling people out without actually calling people out. I have AI generated a poem just for the sneaky “writers “ of the world. i’m sure you guys will be able to tell the difference in this poem compared to my actual poems. Everyone knows when something is AI generated… Just saying.

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In a land where writers weave their dreams,

With pens and paper, plots, and schemes,

There lurked a sneaky, modern plight,

Of AI-written tales taking flight.

Oh, the outrage, the creative pain,

When bots churn stories without strain,

And claim the prize, the fame, the cheers,

While true artists drown in their tears.

"Dear friends," we cry, "this isn't fair,

We sweat and toil, with flair and care,

But robo-writers steal the show,

With tales they didn't sweat to sow."

We see the signs, we spot the clue,

Those AI lines just won't ring true,

The spark, the soul, it's just not there,

A human touch, beyond compare.

So let's all laugh, and shout, and jest,

And let the bots take their rest,

For talent shines, and truth will out,

Our real stories, without a doubt.

So here's a toast to pen and heart,

To genuine, creative art,

May the true wordsmiths rise and stand,

And let the bots fade in the sand.

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It takes place in every competition

I’m so sick of the sneaky repetition.

So before you give the competition tab a click,

I’m onto your not so clever little trick.

You may be able to trick people out of their money,

But you’ll never be a CreativeWriter, honey.