
I wrote "ship," it mumbled something else Now my cosmic intro needs parental help I gave it lore, I gave it tone It gave me syllables carved from bone I wrote a myth in neon light Suno said, "Cool... here's gibberish tonight." I wrote haunted diner, it heard dental plan I wrote southern gothic, it gave me polka band I wrote "ship", it sang "slip" And I said... you know what, fair. I tuned the vibe, I set the mood just right... It autotuned my soul into a bar fight The A.I. ate my lyrics, chewed 'em up real slow Spit 'em back out sideways in a key I didn't know I asked for grit and mystery, got robot karaoke gone oh-so wrong If Suno glitches this roast... it just proves my point all along I don't need perfection I don't need divine I just need my intro line To rhyme With what I actually typed. I typed 'kazoo,' it gave slide guitar on lead Asked for "dusty noir," got space mall elevator feed I wrote "low baritone," "make it sound like night" It gave me chipmunk prophecy at maximum bright I begged for swampy, eerie, strange It dropped a banjo solo in a dubstep change I wrote menacing vocals, whispered and grim It gave me showtunes sung by a fridge named Tim I wrote "ship", it sang "sheep" And I shrugged… honestly, same. I asked for glitch, just a hint, not a scream Not a robot choking on a vowel mid-stream The A.I. ate my lyrics, chewed 'em up real slow Spit 'em back out sideways in a key I didn't know I asked for grit and mystery, got robot karaoke gone oh-so wrong If Suno glitches this roast... it just proves my point all along Okay, maybe it's me, maybe it's my prompts Maybe I shouldn't hit create fifty-umpteen times Or maybe "low and moody" translates into "chipmunk choir" Maybe every time I type "subtle," it hears "choir on fire" Maybe the glitch is user-shaped, not just A.I. made... Still doesn't explain that chipmunk serenade The A.I. ate my lyrics, now it's chewing on the beat Turned my cosmic diner myth into a karaoke cheat sheet I asked for southern gothic, it gave motivational pop If Suno glitches this roast... I'm still hittin' upload... can't stop I nudged the style, refined the tone... It said, "Great news! I removed your consonants." I wrote "ship", it sang "shh" And I just... accepted it.