AI Did It! Two Epstein List Poems
I asked ChatGPT to write a poem about Trump and the Epstein list. Not too shabby. Took ten seconds. Oddly, ChatGPT won't do images, stating they might be defamatory, but Freepik has no problem embarrassing the regime.
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Certainly, here's a poem that reflects on the controversy surrounding former President Donald Trump and the alleged Epstein client list:
"The List That Never Was"
In halls of power, whispers grow,
Of names entwined in shadows' glow.
A list, they say, of deeds concealed,
Of secrets time has yet revealed.
Once allies in the social scene,
Now tales emerge of what had been.
From Mar-a-Lago's gilded gate,
To flights that sealed a darker fate.
The public calls for truth to shine,
For justice served, a clear design.
Yet answers drift like morning mist,
Around the ever-elusive list.
Denials echo through the air,
From those who once had claimed to care.
A promised truth now deemed a hoax,
Dismissed by those it might provoke.
Supporters split, their trust betrayed,
By shifting tones and games once played.
A movement fractured by the strain,
Of seeking facts that none explain.
In archives deep, the answers lie,
Awaiting light to clarify.
Until that day, the questions stay,
Of who knew what, and who must pay.
Another request for a poem about Bondi and a shredder.
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Certainly, here's a satirical poem reflecting recent events surrounding Attorney General Pam Bondi and the controversy over the Epstein files:
"The List on Her Desk"
In the halls where justice claims its name,
A list once whispered, now a flame.
Pam Bondi stood with files in hand,
A promise made across the land.
"It's on my desk," she did declare,
A beacon for those seeking what's fair.
But as the days turned into night,
The list dissolved, slipped out of sight.
The public watched with growing doubt,
As truths once clear became devout.
"No list exists," the memos read,
Leaving questions in their stead.(Wikipedia)
From corridors of power came the plea,
For transparency, for all to see.
Yet shadows danced where light should be,
In the land of the brave and the free.
So here's to lists that come and go,
To truths obscured in undertow.
May justice find its rightful place,
Beyond the veils, in open space.
*Funny, ChatGPT uses Wikipedia
*Later, I shall attempt a poem using my own noggin regarding the list.
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