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When you ask AI to write a poem ‘bout this channel
In the depths of the night
When all is still and quiet
A deranged poster takes flight
And begins to type with a riot
Words spill out like a flood
In a stream of consciousness flow
Ranting and raving, oh-so-rude
Letting the keyboard go with the flow
No topic is off-limits, it seems
They'll say whatever they please
Their words like a virus that beams
Into the minds of all who read these
Their mind is a twisted maze
Filled with dark and disturbing thoughts
They spew their venom with a crazed craze
Leaving readers feeling distraught
But still they persist, day and night
Posting their madness for all to see
A never-ending, deranged delight
In the world of the internet, they are free.
In the depths of the night
When all is still and quiet
A deranged poster takes flight
And begins to type with a riot
Words spill out like a flood
In a stream of consciousness flow
Ranting and raving, oh-so-rude
Letting the keyboard go with the flow
No topic is off-limits, it seems
They'll say whatever they please
Their words like a virus that beams
Into the minds of all who read these
Their mind is a twisted maze
Filled with dark and disturbing thoughts
They spew their venom with a crazed craze
Leaving readers feeling distraught
But still they persist, day and night
Posting their madness for all to see
A never-ending, deranged delight
In the world of the internet, they are free.
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