Umprompted: A Poem

Now I ain’t completely guilt-free;
I love me some ChatGPT.
But the green checkmark boxes
are getting obnoxious
so I’m offering this humble plea.

If your writing is done by machine,
your tells might be easily seen.
It’s not just a—WAIT—
That’s the one I MOST hate!
(Dagnabbit, ya see what I mean?!)

I’m not saying you’ve earned forty lashes
for the cascade of content rehashes
that’s invading my feed
like an immortal weed
with thorns shaped like little em dashes.

But I miss the sound of your voice
And I’ve started to question the choice
Of robots as writers
And conversion igniters
And I’m not sure it’s right to rejoice.

If the aim is to crank it out faster
'Cuz you’re racing to placate your master
You may keep getting quicker
While your business gets sicker
And your cred becomes a disaster.

While the workload is often too much,
LLMs are a tool, not a crutch
So please understand
Your words are your brand
And they’re hollow without human touch.

So the next time you’re ready to start
On a post that will set you apart
By all means, use your bot
'Cuz it sure helps a lot
But don’t use it in place of your heart.