This poem is definitely not AI created.
Not Pinchas
The creep quickly come to me
drooling greeted enmity.
My passion tore to its sin
sliding earth within its grin.
It made me a willing fool
into a sensual pool.
I climb the shaft high then all
crawling on 3 inches tall.
It through thrust for pleasure still
slowly moved with free stiff will.
Remains of me were thrown low
used regret to not to know.
Body laughed and soul not too
eyes tearing mind’s weeping view.
I stopped it and saw its stare
my remorse no longer there.
