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    Default Examples of types in a poem form written by AI

    The goal is to prompt it to make a poem that fits the type characteristics. So, it does not mean "Write me an LSE poem".

    Something like
    Here’s a poem written from the perspective of a managerial director, reflecting personal qualities such as leadership, vision, responsibility, and decisiveness
    ....

    Here’s a revised version of the poem, with more personal depth and character, reflecting the emotional nuances and qualities of a managerial director
    I'll start with LSE

    The Weight of My Signature

    I wake to the hum of deadlines near,
    The pulse of plans that I engineer.
    In quiet moments, I pause, reflect—
    The course I set, the lives I affect.


    They see the title, the suit, the stride,
    But beneath, it’s vision I cannot hide.
    A drive that whispers in the late-night air,
    "Lead them further, if you dare."


    I don’t just sign—each stroke is mine,
    A mark that ripples down the line.
    It’s not about control or pride,
    But steering hearts and minds beside.


    Every decision feels like a test,
    The team is my mirror, they deserve my best.
    I juggle the future with yesterday’s debt,
    Knowing success is a promise kept.


    Some days, the pressure claws too deep,
    As expectations steal my sleep.
    But there’s joy in the chaos, peace in the climb—
    The art of building over time.


    I carry the stories they don’t often see,
    Of late-night calls and quiet victory.
    Of lifting the timid, pushing the bold,
    Balancing fire with hands that hold.


    I’m a leader, yes, but more than that—
    A keeper of dreams where others sat.
    In every failure, a seed is sown—
    In every triumph, we’ve all grown.


    So when you ask what drives me still,
    It’s not the power, not the thrill.
    It’s knowing that through thick and thin,
    I help them rise. I help them win.
    MOTTO: NEVER TRUST IN REALITY
    Winning is for losers

     

    Sincerely yours,
    idiosyncratic type
    Life is a joke but do you have a life?

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    Let's analyze your evil poem.

    Some annotations.

    Quote Originally Posted by AIDoggerelSanitized
    Of late-night calls and quiet victory.
    LSI/SLI vigilante kills (the good mood of) runaways eating up the night (klingons in space) while watching over the babes (wee bairns) cause he'll be there

    Quote Originally Posted by AIDoggerelSanitized
    In every triumph, we’ve all grown.
    Club of socials. charismatic man of duty knows that YES WE CAN! we can do it TOGETHER! despite all the times that no they didn't because reality is what the togetherness decides it to be in consensus. STAY TOGETHER! No one will be left behind!

    Quote Originally Posted by AIDoggerelSanitized
    I help them rise. I help them win.
    LSI "I will make it impossible for you to need to be punished." Not unlike this song.

    Last edited by CosmicCat; Today at 03:55 PM. Reason: Added precision.
    (My name is Yon Yonson,
    I live in Wisconsin.
    I work in a lumber yard there.
    The people I meet as
    I walk down the street,
    They say "Hello!"
    I say "Hello!"
    They say "What's your name?"
    I say: (My name is Yon Yonson...

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