It’s Not the Poem

Sometimes poems come from I don’t know where or why
Perhaps descending from some benevolent poet in the sky

On one day as my old brain was feeling very flat 
I thought I might get help from AI’s Chat

So I asked my recently acquired AI mate
To write a poem on Alexander the Great

I’d found that writing poems was not all that easy
So I expected something pretty cheesy

Well, it printed out a lengthy poem quite quickly
Then after reading it I felt somewhat sickly

It’s quality, I thought, seemed very high
I felt like lying down and having a good cry

But I didn’t and for some reason kept on writing
The poems were not bad, though not exciting

Should I use my AI Chat for other matters
So that my poetic ego is not left in tatters

How does my poetry compare with that by AI Chat?
For me that question is not really where it’s at

Although I’d like to feel proud of the verses that I write
It’s the satisfaction of creation that yields the most delight