I asked Chat-GPT to make a poem about Incels. (Cucked)

[Poisonpunk3]

ChatGPT said:​

The Lonely Echo
In shadowed rooms, they curse the night,
Lost in longing, void of light.

A world unseen, yet always near,
Built on anger, fed by fear.

They dream of love, yet scorn its name,
Blame the world but know no shame.

Locked in forums, dark and deep,
Where bitterness and sorrows creep.

The mirror shows a hardened face,
A mind confined, a heart displaced.

Yet love’s not war, nor prize to claim—
Not won by hate, nor stoked by blame.

Step outside, let go of wrath,
Find your worth beyond this path.

For life’s not fair, nor always kind,
But love won’t bloom from a poisoned mind.

 

[Norway]

ts so tuff on wallahi

 

[Poisonpunk3]

Fag talking about "forums". He doesn't know my shit.