
Let me create your reality in sublime prose
Filled with words you did not conceive.
A book purported to be your labor of love
Despite your malevolent mind and a jagged tongue that only spits venom.
I will fill this book with deep thoughts and kind notions to claim as your own,
Embellishing along the way as if you were the true author.
A monument of your non-achievements and a trophy to your abundant false-
starts,
You will proclaim my finished project a masterpiece and pass it off as your sole
creation.
As your insignificant name graces the book’s cover and spine,
Admirers from all directions will rave and praise your work of art.
Scholars will debate the significance of each carefully chosen word
While you blather about lexicon and the deeper meaning of each minute detail.
The learned will study the placement of each pause and exclamation
As you assert your work has depth that no mere mortal can comprehend.
But despite the overwhelming accolades,
You cannot escape the stain of your fraudulent act.
For I am the hidden wizard who waved my mystical wand
And birthed the enchanting magic you herald as your own.
Allow your denial to run deep and nourish the trenches of your soul,
But those with wisdom of the world understand nothing is ever as it seems.
You stand superficial and exposed,
A naked story in a sea of exquisite sonnets.
© Linda Kowalchek 2025
Author’s note: Dedicated to those who utilize ghost writers and/or Artificial
Intelligence in their writing.
AI-generated content is the bane of my existence. I fucking hate how far OpenAI has come, it's still obvious but in time, it'll be indistinguishable from human art.
Brrrr...🥶
Loved the voiceover. This is such an important piece.