Rate this poem I asked ChatGPT to write about an incel getting limb lengthening surgery

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He dreamed of being taller, To stand above the rest, But his height was a constant bother, A burden he could not digest.

He tried to lift weights and exercise, But his efforts were in vain, His stature remained the same, And with it came his pain.

He searched the web for a solution, And came across limb lengthening, A surgery that promised revolution, And a chance at self-improving.

He saved up every penny, And flew across the sea, To a clinic in a distant country, Where his transformation would be.

They cut his bones and stretched them out, And he felt the agony, But he endured it all without a doubt, For he knew he'd soon be free.

Months of healing and rehabilitation, And his legs were finally longer, But his heart remained unchanged, His anger and frustration stronger.

For though he was now taller, He still felt inadequate, His incel mindset only smaller, But still deeply ingrained and rooted.

He learned the hard way, That height alone can't bring joy, And that happiness is not something you can pay, For it comes from within, not from a toy.

So let his story be a lesson, To those who seek a quick fix, That true fulfillment comes from passion, Not from cosmetic tricks.
 
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He dreamed of being taller, To stand above the rest, But his height was a constant bother, A burden he could not digest.

He tried to lift weights and exercise, But his efforts were in vain, His stature remained the same, And with it came his pain.

He searched the web for a solution, And came across limb lengthening, A surgery that promised revolution, And a chance at self-improving.

He saved up every penny, And flew across the sea, To a clinic in a distant country, Where his transformation would be.

They cut his bones and stretched them out, And he felt the agony, But he endured it all without a doubt, For he knew he'd soon be free.

Months of healing and rehabilitation, And his legs were finally longer, But his heart remained unchanged, His anger and frustration stronger.

For though he was now taller, He still felt inadequate, His incel mindset only smaller, But still deeply ingrained and rooted.

He learned the hard way, That height alone can't bring joy, And that happiness is not something you can pay, For it comes from within, not from a toy.

So let his story be a lesson, To those who seek a quick fix, That true fulfillment comes from passion, Not from cosmetic tricks.
Brutal, ai btfo ll copers
 

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