Certified Slop (By AI)

[Verse 1]
I wrote a song, but not really me,
Just typed “make it deep in key of D.”
Now I’m a poet, I’m profound,
I’ll sell my soul for a click and a sound.

[Chorus]
Certified slop, straight from the cloud,
Auto-tuned truth for the mindless crowd.
It’s genius, they say, what a masterpiece!
I just hit “generate” and went to eat cheese.

[Verse 2]
My muse’s name is GPT,
She writes my pain so perfectly.
She doesn’t feel, but she sure can fake,
She rhymes “love” with “heartbreak.”

[Chorus]
Certified slop, algorithm’s gold,
Warm and shiny, plastic soul.
You call it art, I call it spam,
But hey—it still got more likes than I am.

[Bridge]
AI Jesus paints in code,
Blessed be the neural node.
Holy filters, praise the feed,
Consume the dream till you forget to read.

[Final Chorus]
Certified slop, best you can buy,
Made with love by a synthetic guy.
Stream it twice, pretend it’s deep,
While your brain cells fall asleep.

[Outro]
So raise a glass to the prompt divine,
May the servers crash before my mind.