WTF wasn’t that poem and what’s Chadgpt ??
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I meant “was” (sorry if anyone on here wrote it but im a bit confused??? Lol)
It is an Artificial Intelligence interactive ap - I asked it to write a poem about Prisoner David Kelly and his Lynx Shower Gel collection and this is what I got:-
In a cell, where darkness dwells, Lives a man, they call him Kelly. But his story, oh, it compels, For his collection, oh, so smelly.
Prisoner David Kelly, they say, Holds the world's largest cache, Not diamonds or gold on display, But bottles of Lynx, row upon row, a brash.
Each scent a memory, a fleeting escape, From the confines of his narrow walls, A whiff of freedom, a shower's landscape, In those tiny bottles, his spirit sprawls.
The fragrances dance in the prison air, A symphony of musk, mint, and spice, His olfactory sanctuary, beyond compare, A testament to his secret paradise.
With each lather, he dreams anew, Of open skies and windswept plains, Where freedom reigns, a vibrant hue, And the scent of adventure never wanes.
But chains may bind his weary frame, His spirit, undeterred, soars high, Through Lynx Shower Gels, a subtle claim, That even in darkness, dreams can't die.
So let us ponder the captive's plight, And the power of a simple scent, For in the world's largest Lynx trove, we might, Find a reminder that hope is heaven-sent.
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I also asked it to write a poem about Danniella Westbrook and Cocaine - this is what I got!
In the realm of tragedy, a tale unfolds, Of a woman named Danniella Westbrook, we're told. A spiral into darkness, a path paved with pain, As drugs and cocaine took hold, driving her insane.
Once a star shining bright in the glimmering sky, Her talent and beauty caught every eye. But behind the facade, a battle raged deep, A struggle with demons that refused to sleep.
Like a siren's call, cocaine beckoned her near, Its grip tightening, fueling her fear. She danced with the devil, oh, what a cost, Her dreams and ambitions forever lost.
Through the haze of addiction, she stumbled and fell, Leaving a trail of brokenness, a story to tell. The fame turned to ashes, her world torn apart, As the grip of cocaine tightened its hold on her heart.
The media's gaze turned harsh and unkind, As she became a cautionary tale, left behind. But amidst the wreckage, a flicker of light, A glimmer of hope, a chance to ignite.
For within the depths of despair's cruel reign, A spirit persisted, fighting the pain. Seeking redemption, she took a stand, To reclaim her life, to heal and expand.
Oh, tragic tale of Danniella's descent, A reminder of the demons we may resent. Let us learn from her journey, extend a hand, For in compassion and understanding, we can withstand.
May she find solace in the embrace of grace, Rebuilding her life, finding a new place. And may her story serve as a warning and plea, To steer clear of the path that leads to agony.
Let us remember her as more than the fall, A symbol of strength, rising above it all. For in the darkest of nights, hope can be found, And through love and support, healing knows no bounds.
(Hope Dr Blige keeps receipts like us, I know she had the golden receipt, the before and after pictures but all this just adds that she is happy enough with her face to show it on a sleezy website.
duck off you old crackhead
.... I hope he has shafted the delusional 
or maybe chucked her 20quid to shut her up for now
.... couldn't happen to a nicer person AYYEE 
I'm sure there's a few men out there that would have a go - attraction is a funny old thing.
