NO BOT DOES IT BETTER

No offence to the machine, but it’ll never write like me. Because I’m unpredictable in a good way. Individual always. My lines come from life, sunshine and laughter. My influences run deep and wild. From hip hop to stand-up, small talk at bus stops, Beat poets and the Blues. Only literal facts and lyrical fictions fuel me. No. Fake. News. The algorithm won’t choose this cadence. Outmove my rhyme or reasoning. I’m a liberally seasoned, delicately priced creative being, me. Trust that all proceeds go to clarity. I pepper pages with meaning. Remix sources from scratch. My signature serve? Slow-grown organic, hand-picked, small-batch. How else could I tempt picky eyeballs to eat this? These words are my thoughts measured in spark, not speed. Hard to lose in the herd. Made to nourish, not just to feed. Now fast words be nimble and they sure be quick, but they do Jack for real tone, the true magic beans bit. Those seeds between lines and deep in the grooves, where big ideas grow and slow copy hits – they miss. No hate to the data scraper, but it’ll never spin words like these. Line me up, hit play, and you’ll see.