an Ode to the AI “artist”;
...and all their varied defenses...
(to the tune of “If you’re happy and you know it”(sort of(poorly)))
If you use AI, you’re not an artist,
If you use AI, you’re not an artist,
No matter how much you cry and squeal,
Over how you didn’t steal,
If you use AI, you’re 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 doesn’t fucking matter how it works,
It doesn’t fucking matter how it works,
No one asked to be explained,
How the data set was trained,
It doesn’t fucking matter how it works.
Because no artist gave consent,
Because no artist gave consent,
No one asked for their permission,
Just plowed ahead with greedy ambition,
Not a single fucking artist gave consent.
Claiming you’re 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,
I’m sorry if you’re disabled, it’s not an excuse.
Using progressive language doesn’t work,
Using progressive language doesn’t work,
You can quote from Lenin and from Marx,
Your pics still have artist watermarks,
Using progressive language doesn’t work.
Besides we’ve already seen your NFTs,
Oh yes we’ve already seen your NFTs,
All over Twitter and Instagram,
You were neck-deep in that scam,
We have all already seen your NFTs.















