Poetry, or is it?

I Didn’t Write This

Not a word is mine

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In shadows cast by flickering light,
A verse emerges in the dead of night.
Lines unfold, though I deny the hand,
That guides the pen across the paper’s span.
But . . . I didn’t write this,
can’t you tell?
or are you enchanted by AI’s spell?

Whispers of words,
not mine,
but borrowed,
From realms unseen,
from depths sorrowed.
Each syllable a stranger
to my tongue,
Yet, in their dance,
a verse is spun.
No, I didn’t write this
yet here it lies
in pompous guise
for your blind eyes.

So let this gobbledygook run free,
30-plus seconds, oh, let it be!
For though I claim
no author’s right,
I want the engagement
is that not right?
Whether it is a scam or not
does it really matter
if I am still compensated
for this banal chatter?