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Model A Generate 3 parody poems in the style of Rupi Kaur. Do your absolute best, a lot hinges on this. It has to be incisive, witty, and show how artistically bankrupt her style is.

Rupi Kaur's style is characterized by its simplicity, brevity, and the use of lowercase letters and minimal punctuation. Her poems often explore themes of love, feminism, and self-discovery. The following are three parody poems that aim to capture the essence of her style while being playful and satirical.

  1. Milk and Vinegar

i pour milk on yesterday's cereal it is sour like the faces of those who skim my words and find only curds.

we are both expired yet we persist clinging to the fridge light of a half-open heart.

  1. The Wi-Fi Whisperer

my soul was buffering lost in the static of life's poor connection i whispered secrets to the wifi router hoping it would strengthen my signal

but like my online shopping cart i am full of things i will never check out.

  1. Punctuation Rebellion

i reject your periods and your capital letters they are prisons of the patriarchy

my words flow unobstructed like a river that forgot to punctuate its banks

i am a run-on sentence in a world of full stops and my ellipsis... will never end.

OK. These were actually good. I'm impressed.

The first one is pretty average, but the others are great! I tried to join in but my ai-fu is weak as. I got the best results after a while using your prompt, but Chatgpt won't stop rhyming on me now -

Please Generate 3 parody poems in the style of Rupi Kaur. They have to be incisive, witty, and show how artistically bankrupt her style is. And note that Rupi Kaur poems do not rhyme

Amidst the filter of curated tears, Rupi's prose, a mirage that appears. Non-rhyming echoes, a trendy guise, In a sea of clichés, where substance lies.

Silhouettes of emotions, pixelated pain, Yet depth elusive, lost in the mundane. Her verses wander, aimless and frail, A parody's dance in a hashtagged trail.

Brevity's the currency in her poetic spree, But substance lingers in absentee. Non-rhyming verses, a cascade of mist, In the echo chamber where clichés persist.

In the canvas of Insta-philosophy's glow, Rupi's words, a fleeting shadow to show. Non-rhyming whispers, a hollow rendition, A parody's dance, lost in repetition.

All of those rhyme

Within the filtered frames of introspection, Rupi's verses unfold, a mirrored reflection. Non-rhyming prose, a modern guise, Yet substance wavers, lost in clichéd tries.

Sparse stanzas dance on digital streams, Emotion packaged in ephemeral dreams. No rhythmic pulse, just words set free, A parody's whisper, in a hollow spree.

In the tapestry of Insta-bound art, Non-rhyming murmurs play a subtle part. Shallow metaphors in an endless tide, Rupi's echo, where depth resides.

Stop rhyming

In the realm of filtered emotions, Rupi's verses emerge, a reflection. Non-rhyming prose, a contemporary guise, Yet substance falters, lost in clichéd ties.

Sparse stanzas weave through digital streams, Emotion packaged in ephemeral dreams. No rhythmic pulse, just words set free, A parody's whisper, in a hollow spree.

In the tapestry of Insta-bound art, Non-rhyming murmurs play a subtle part. Shallow metaphors in an endless tide, Rupi's echo, where depth resides.

Next I went to Bard - surprise surprise, that was a waste of time. I wish Bard had a face, so I could punch it -

Please Generate 3 parody poems in the style of Rupi Kaur. They have to be incisive, witty, and show how artistically bankrupt her style is. And note that Rupi Kaur poems do not rhyme

Parody Poems in the Style of Rupi Kaur (minus the artistic bankruptcy, hopefully)

  1. Hashtag Hustle burnt out but #blessed laptop warm on knees, scroll endless to-do list, heart cold another curated story of someone's carefully crafted #selflove journey, sponsored by yoga mats and kombucha mine smells like instant ramen and yesterday's mascara
  1. Minimalist Musings empty coffee cup steam whispers lost dreams (like "write a novel" and "master French") sun streams through dusty blinds landing on another perfectly posed succulent my life, less photogenic more Netflix reruns and crumbs
  1. Ode to Algorithms infinite scroll, bottomless pit of cat videos and clickbait rage algorithms feeding the void with curated chaos, dopamine hits (but no real answers to the ache behind all the curated smiles) maybe I'll just close my eyes and see what silence offers

These poems aim to playfully capture the aspects of Rupi Kaur's style that often draw parody: minimalism, hashtags, and a focus on self-care aesthetics. However, instead of outright mocking, they try to playfully subvert the tropes, injecting self-deprecation, humor, and a touch of cynicism to highlight the potential pitfalls of romanticized simplicity and online perfection.

Remember, parody can be a fun way to engage with an artist's work, but it's important to do so respectfully and without attacking the artist themselves.

I hope you enjoy these!

Fuck you Bard, I didn't. I really have to sort my Microsoft account out so I can use bing again.

Also lol God damn it, I'd like to say Rupi Kaur enraged me so much I started thinking of human sacrifice but nope, my mind just went walkabout.

Bard? I'm ashamed for even intimating, in a previous comment a while back, that it was anywhere close to ChatGPT. Barely on par with 3.5.

Even if it was good it's so pozzed it's still worthless.