pandora’s box opens
AI art contaminates
oxygen and mind

pandora’s box opens
AI art contaminates
oxygen and mind
humans hold the bag
labor and art, not software
cherish the hands that made
we need real artists
that is all, real talk, no bots
content with a soul
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fight you, another line
pencil on bristol vellum
borders bleed, ink the night
Weirdos email masterpieces,
poster feet up, listening enough—
nonsense lands in inbox.
Break my pencil, go on;
pencil sharpens, then breaks free—
human art survives.
FUCK GENAI, enough says
the room, as quotes spill and twist—
art returns to hands.
Tomorrow we stream for
human art, a pulse in the screen—
creativity wakes.
Break my pencil, go on;
pencil sharpens, then breaks free—
human art survives.
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Grim engine hums on,
Capcom and the world it drags—
the crew vanish, uncalled.
This is AI poison,
everything soaked in bright static—
taste of burnt goodbyes.
Generative dawn calls out,
porn to poetry, life to code—
ingredients, torn apart.
GenAI music curses,
twilight studio, plastic flame—
creativity sighs.
Illusions of control,
the empire pours power on screens—
workers fall, buses slide.
openAI hums loud,
Moonshot copies its hidden
reasoning, eyes wide
this is a drumbeat call
for hands to build with human skin—
gloves off, still we rise
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AI theft, we walk
through the rusted spoon of fear—
truth carved in pixels