The Copywriter’s Dilemma
In this land of syntax and grammar, a copywriter found himself in quite the drama. His latest masterpiece, crafted with care, was accused of being AI-generated, and oh, the despair! He observed every rule, checked every spelling without a hint of a spell checker. Now, his client claimed the work was too perfect, too polished—clearly the work of a machine.
The Unhappy Presentment
Our copywriter was distraught, his presentment of the situation bleak. Would AI make his job redundant? The thought made him weak. Yet, he knew that his touch, his flair, was something a machine can’t possess. He took a deep breath and, with a gaily heart, decided to pen: the copyright’s art:
The Poem
In a world of new amazements,
Where entrainments never cease,
A copywriter with cordage tight
Seeks to validate ancient skills.
Oh, Pierrot of the written word,
Presentment ever so clear,
Crafted lines with human hands,
Then shucks! AI appeared.
Doubts and fears take flight,
With sibylline insight, the
Future tight as words syncopated
In a modern traduced dance.
Relentless advance in conviviality,
Standing agape at the new expanse –
Copywriter almost rendered a ghost,
As lichen
On the old tree of knowledge grows.
Yet his work remains the cynosure,
Where human creativity glows.
A portent of a moribund trade,
A once-thriving craft now fading
Into AI’s syncopated rhythms.