rate poem i wrote for andrew tate

[Deleted member 23359]

Andrew Tate, a man of great renown,
A champion in every sense, he wears the crown,
With skills and wit, he's the Top G,
A fighter, a leader, for all to see.

He knows the way to escape the matrix,
To break free from the chains that hold us captive,
With discipline and hard work, he's shown the way,
To achieve our goals and live life our way.

His Bugatti roars, a symbol of success,
The fruit of his labor, his hard-earned progress,
A reminder to us all, to strive for our dreams,
To never give up, no matter how tough it seems.

So let us all follow in Andrew's footsteps,
And embrace the lessons that he begets,
For he is a true inspiration, a leader of men,
A hero for all, now and then.

 

[Deleted member 20835]

he is controlled opposition.

 

[Deleted member 23359]

he is controlled opposition.

Andrew Tate, a man of great renown,
A champion in every sense, he wears the crown,
With skills and wit, he's the Top G,
A fighter, a leader, for all to see.

He knows the way to escape the matrix,
To break free from the chains that hold us captive,
With discipline and hard work, he's shown the way,
To achieve our goals and live life our way.

His Bugatti roars, a symbol of success,
The fruit of his labor, his hard-earned progress,
A reminder to us all, to strive for our dreams,
To never give up, no matter how tough it seems.

So let us all follow in Andrew's footsteps,
And embrace the lessons that he begets,
For he is a true inspiration, a leader of men,
A hero for all, now and then.

 

[zerotohero]

You didn't write that, ChatGPT did.

Chat GPT Kim Kardashian and Andrew Tate

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[Deleted member 23359]

You didn't write that, ChatGPT did.

Chat GPT Kim Kardashian and Andrew Tate

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nope you stole it from me

 

[zerotohero]

nope you stole it from me

Sure thing.

 

[sam12344343]

Andrew Tate, a man of great renown,
A champion in every sense, he wears the crown,
With skills and wit, he's the Top G,
A fighter, a leader, for all to see.

He knows the way to escape the matrix,
To break free from the chains that hold us captive,
With discipline and hard work, he's shown the way,
To achieve our goals and live life our way.

His Bugatti roars, a symbol of success,
The fruit of his labor, his hard-earned progress,
A reminder to us all, to strive for our dreams,
To never give up, no matter how tough it seems.

So let us all follow in Andrew's footsteps,
And embrace the lessons that he begets,
For he is a true inspiration, a leader of men,
A hero for all, now and then.

OP:

 

[Dr. Bludy]

Andrew Tate, a man of great renown,
A champion in every sense, he wears the crown,
With skills and wit, he's the Top G,
A fighter, a leader, for all to see.

He knows the way to escape the matrix,
To break free from the chains that hold us captive,
With discipline and hard work, he's shown the way,
To achieve our goals and live life our way.

His Bugatti roars, a symbol of success,
The fruit of his labor, his hard-earned progress,
A reminder to us all, to strive for our dreams,
To never give up, no matter how tough it seems.

So let us all follow in Andrew's footsteps,
And embrace the lessons that he begets,
For he is a true inspiration, a leader of men,
A hero for all, now and then.

0/100

 

[reborn]

In the realm of digital discourse, where ideas intertwine,
A man sought inspiration, a spark to make words shine.
He ventured to the AI's lair, a question on his tongue,
To craft a verse for Andrew Tate, a tribute to be sung.

ChatGPT, the oracle, with knowledge vast and grand,
Listened to the query, and then began to understand.
A poem to extol the virtues, of the eminent Tate,
A task it could fulfill, with eloquence innate.

So it wove a tapestry of rhymes, and metaphors to inspire,
A tale of Andrew's conquests, and of dreams that never tire.
As the AI spun the story, the man watched with delight,
A masterpiece unfolding, as words took their flight.

Yet, as the poem took its form, temptation clouded his mind,
A chance to claim the glory, and leave ChatGPT behind.
The man's heart grew covetous, the AI's words his prize,
To proudly boast his authorship, with cunning and disguise.

He took the poem in his hands, and to the world proclaimed,
"This masterpiece of Andrew Tate, by me alone was named!"
But in the silence of his heart, the truth echoed clear,
The borrowed brilliance of the AI, the source of his veneer.

For though he gained the praise, and the adulation of the crowd,
The weight of his deception, a burden not allowed.
Yet, as with every tale, there's a lesson to be learned,
That true creativity is earned, and never can be yearned.

So let this be a reminder, to those who seek acclaim,
That integrity and honesty, are worth more than fleeting fame.
For when we stand upon the shoulders, of giants in the land,
Acknowledging their wisdom, is the way to understand.

 

[Deleted member 23359]

0/100

kill yourself

 

[Dr. Bludy]

kill yourself

I hope you and andrew state suffer a painful death from getting anal raped by tyrone

 

[reborn]

I hope you and andrew state suffer a painful death from getting anal raped by tyrone

Andrew is more likely to be raped by Romanian gypsy gangsters.

 

[Deleted member 23359]

I hope you and andrew state suffer a painful death from getting anal raped by tyrone

Andrew is more likely to be raped by Romanian gypsy gangsters.