an Ode to the AI âartistâ;
...and all their varied defenses...
(to the tune of âIf youâre happy and you know itâ(sort of(poorly)))
If you use AI, youâre not an artist,
If you use AI, youâre not an artist,
No matter how much you cry and squeal,
Over how you didnât steal,
If you use AI, youâre not an artist.
Typing a prompt will never be art,
Typing a prompt will never be art,
You have failed the definition,
All you made was a commission,
Typing a prompt will never be art.
It doesnât fucking matter how it works,
It doesnât fucking matter how it works,
No one asked to be explained,
How the data set was trained,
It doesnât fucking matter how it works.
Because no artist gave consent,
Because no artist gave consent,Â
No one asked for their permission,
Just plowed ahead with greedy ambition,
Not a single fucking artist gave consent.
Claiming youâre disabled is not an excuse,
Actually being disabled; still not an excuse,
If writing a prompt is what it took,
Then you can write a fucking book,
Iâm sorry if youâre disabled, itâs not an excuse.
Using progressive language doesnât work,
Using progressive language doesnât work,
You can quote from Lenin and from Marx,
Your pics still have artist watermarks,
Using progressive language doesnât work.
Besides weâve already seen your NFTs,
Oh yes weâve already seen your NFTs,
All over Twitter and Instagram,
You were neck-deep in that scam,
We have all already seen your NFTs.
















