When you have to advertise
Something that everybody buys
Perhaps it would be wise
To consider how the company lies?
When you have to advertise
Something that everybody buys
Perhaps it would be wise
To consider how the company lies?
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Shall I compare thee to a Summer’s day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate
For thou hast used our deodorant spray
And got ten percent off with code “Sonnet”.
Sometimes too hot the eye of Heaven shines
But thy armpits know no unwelcome wet.
Aluminum and pareben free, thine’s
The finest deodorant on the net.
Thus thy eternal Summer shall not fade
Nor sweat defile the dryness of they blouse
Nor shall death brag thou wand’rest in his shade
For thou art fresh as if stay’d in thy house.
This deal shall last not longer than a day
So click mine link affiliate and slay.
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AI is a tool
Like search engines without ads.
Also, it has ads.
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Aromatic plants
Cuddle with their families
Before reaping day.
Tiny baby rose
Has her petals scattered on
Your bedroom carpet.
When will peace return
And the wanton slaughter end?
Why not do your part?
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The nice thing about AI ads
Is that they’re poorly done
So I’ve no need to buy their stuff
And so declare we won.
Another proof of victory
Is that the CEOs shelled out
A lot of money for this tech
And thus without a doubt
Will double down on ineffective
Tools for advertising.
AI will bring a golden age
Of happily not buying!
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I saw a commercial on TV
For the state of Illinois.
Apparently, they have a restaurant
And a museum too. Oh boy!
I’m packing my bags and dreaming
Of my grand midwest escape
Where the humidity is thick
And so is the red tape!
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Are you ugly?
Do you have a small penis?
Can you delineate the difference
Between a species and a genus?
If you answered no
To any of these questions
Then you’ll enjoy my poetry!
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I’ve started to think of ads
As memes from strangers’ dads
About brands I don’t know
And that makes me feel so
Much less like I’ve been punched in the ‘nads.
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When I get rich, I want to buy
All the ads for my favorite shows
And just put a 3-second picture up
To make sure everyone knows
That the reason you don’t have to watch
A billion stupid ads
Is because I’m rich and I think they suck
So enjoy the bandwidth, lads!
If your Weiner is white
Or your Weiner is black
You’ll be alright.
I’ll cut you some slack;
If your Weiner is red
Or your Weiner is yellow
You might have a problem.
But I know a fellow!
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