i've been invited to write.

Who i am, what i value

first draft

i love how much i know, i love how far i’ve come
i hate LLMs, they take out all the fun
but i love them still, ill as they come
they help me out when i need a helping hand
this was not a poem, but it’s become one
one with me, and with me it’ll rhyme
it now has a nice tune, right? a ring
what a wonderful way to communicate things
i think it now sounds like a nursery rhyme, you can see dr seuss through my very own hand
it’s actually true, i read him and maybe exclusively him as a child
and now i can see how he comes out of me, i know nothing about him, but how eerie this is, my hands are just flowing with words that are his.

okay back to me (as if the above was not)

let’s think of more things that make me, me.

i think’ll just let it flow, and let it come out, for some reason, it feels easier to rhyme
it must be the constraints, by which i abide
they’re such a pleasure sometimes

you’ll know what i mean if you know me well, if you don’t, i’ll tell you.