
oh my, my,
i was labeled
AI—
my words,
my likeness—
evidently AI-ness,
labeled by…
wait for it…
AI—
oh!—my!
POET’S NOTE:
This poem could possibly be considered AI-generated because AI lunacy generated this fucking response. Part of the Truth, Applied collection.
© 2026 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.
First published on tristanrobertlange.com, September 22, 2026.

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