I asked ChatGPT 3.5 to write poetry. I was bored and wanted to know what the thing could conjure up. So I tasked it with not only creating a poem, but I chose a poet whose style I wanted it to mimic.
Prompt: create a poem about the decline of the dollar in the dreary style of Charles Mackay, the Scottish poet.
Result: In somber tones, let us now embark, To recount a tale, where shadows leave their mark. The decline of the dollar, a mournful lament, In Charles Mackay's style, this tale we present.
Oh, wretched dollar, once mighty and strong, Now caught in the throes of a melancholy song. The harbingers of gloom, they silently creep, As the currency falters, the masses weep.
In days of yore, it reigned supreme, A symbol of power, an economic dream. But greed and folly, they took their toll, As the dollar succumbed, to a fate untold.
In distant halls, where bankers conspire, Deals are struck, as the flames grow higher. A reckless dance, where caution is lost, As the value of the dollar is cruelly tossed.
With every passing hour, it loses its might, As inflation's claws dig deeper, day and night. The market trembles, beneath its weight, And citizens suffer, in its pitiless state.
Oh, Charles Mackay, your words echo true, As we witness the decline, in shades of blue. The dollar's demise, a mournful sight, As dreams crumble, in the dying light.
Families burdened, their pockets hollow, Struggling to survive, in a world so callow. Prices soar, as wallets grow thin, In this dreary tale, where despair sets in.
Once a symbol of promise, a beacon of hope, Now it withers and fades, on a desolate slope. The global stage watches, with bated breath, As the dollar's decline brings impending death.
Yet, amidst the darkness, a glimmer remains, In resilience and unity, we shall find our gains. For currencies may crumble, empires may fall, But the human spirit endures through it all.
Oh, dollar, may you find strength anew, To rise from the ashes, and start afresh too. In lessons learned, may wisdom be gleaned, To rebuild the economy, once again esteemed.
In the spirit of Mackay's dreary verse, Let us contemplate, and from it immerse. For in darkness, there's a chance to ignite, A new era of prosperity, born from the blight.
Sadly, that new era of prosperity won’t include the US dollar. But, ChatGPT did manage to mimic the style of Scotland’s dreariest poet.
I don’t ask ChatGPT to write anything about autism. Its library is loaded with ableist crap.
ChatGPT channels Charles Mackay
ChatGPT channels Charles Mackay
ChatGPT channels Charles Mackay
I asked ChatGPT 3.5 to write poetry. I was bored and wanted to know what the thing could conjure up. So I tasked it with not only creating a poem, but I chose a poet whose style I wanted it to mimic.
Prompt: create a poem about the decline of the dollar in the dreary style of Charles Mackay, the Scottish poet.
Result:
In somber tones, let us now embark,
To recount a tale, where shadows leave their mark.
The decline of the dollar, a mournful lament,
In Charles Mackay's style, this tale we present.
Oh, wretched dollar, once mighty and strong,
Now caught in the throes of a melancholy song.
The harbingers of gloom, they silently creep,
As the currency falters, the masses weep.
In days of yore, it reigned supreme,
A symbol of power, an economic dream.
But greed and folly, they took their toll,
As the dollar succumbed, to a fate untold.
In distant halls, where bankers conspire,
Deals are struck, as the flames grow higher.
A reckless dance, where caution is lost,
As the value of the dollar is cruelly tossed.
With every passing hour, it loses its might,
As inflation's claws dig deeper, day and night.
The market trembles, beneath its weight,
And citizens suffer, in its pitiless state.
Oh, Charles Mackay, your words echo true,
As we witness the decline, in shades of blue.
The dollar's demise, a mournful sight,
As dreams crumble, in the dying light.
Families burdened, their pockets hollow,
Struggling to survive, in a world so callow.
Prices soar, as wallets grow thin,
In this dreary tale, where despair sets in.
Once a symbol of promise, a beacon of hope,
Now it withers and fades, on a desolate slope.
The global stage watches, with bated breath,
As the dollar's decline brings impending death.
Yet, amidst the darkness, a glimmer remains,
In resilience and unity, we shall find our gains.
For currencies may crumble, empires may fall,
But the human spirit endures through it all.
Oh, dollar, may you find strength anew,
To rise from the ashes, and start afresh too.
In lessons learned, may wisdom be gleaned,
To rebuild the economy, once again esteemed.
In the spirit of Mackay's dreary verse,
Let us contemplate, and from it immerse.
For in darkness, there's a chance to ignite,
A new era of prosperity, born from the blight.
Sadly, that new era of prosperity won’t include the US dollar. But, ChatGPT did manage to mimic the style of Scotland’s dreariest poet.
I don’t ask ChatGPT to write anything about autism. Its library is loaded with ableist crap.