I love beef

You all thought that is me
No my dude: it’s chat gp
All the pictures and the poems
Generated by computers

Times had come, all is wrong
People grow, people blow
What it takes is net connection
And you join the retardation

Copper pipes, one megabit
Were all good to make the trick
Dumbo phone, sony walkman
Just a bummer when got stolen

Copy rights copy wrong
We were kings of our homes
Cloning data as routine
School was good at killing me

Wine in bushes, pot on corners
Way to loose many brain cells
They keep saying „just move forward”
What i see is just a graveyard

Keep on running, really hurry
Whats behind you seems so scary
When you stop you stay alone
In your tiny, soviet home