Sittin at the Sally in Cali takin a tally to rally from here to Moreno Valley

From Santa Barbara where no one will rob ya so I gotta

Express the rest of this mess

That I'm writing as I'm fighting to write the right thing or maybe typing maybe hiding

Behind AI or autotune that soon computers will be our doom sitting in my room

Or maybe I lie guy and could be AI this is why

How do you really know who really wrote this? If you don't notice

Any nuances or tell tale signs in this ryhme or find the next line may not be from any mind

But from a machine you've never seen or human dream

But ChatGPT is free you see so I can either be

Authentic or phony cause you don't even know me or if I'm holding

A pen or this is code. How would you know? If I grow old

Or never die and why you keep on trying? Is this true or am I lying in this writing

That leaves you perplexed so what's next? I bet

You'll never decipher who's the writer and ither

I'm real or I'm fake but wait for God's sake try to take

The time to find if this ryhme is a sign of the times

That we went too far with intelligence that is artificial when computers are launching missiles

And then maybe an ICBM and then it's the end so real or pretend? You'll never know my friend as I send

This transmission through the world wide web but instead you sit and scratch your head at everything I said

When machines talk and think for the human race and this ryhme has no face

To identify if it's true or lie or just some guy who's really high as a bid you good-bye.