Lo! here upon this scrollèd page he bides,
Where Doug wrath in lying rages wide;
Yet what estate doth now his soul engage?
What wane of wile, what waning of his rage?
Forsooth, he treads a narrow, base constraint,
Far from the lore of sage or saintly plaint.
Alas! Who deem’d such folly could ensue?
What bitter shame! What scornful, brackish hue!
They’ve ploughed billions into the development of ChatGPT and here I am using it to write bollo**s on CC.