Poem from the future

Now that A.I.s are able to make every movie
The films that we get are so wonderfully groovy

Stable Diffusion recycles each tale
A font of profusion that simply can’t fail

You can even decide on the cast of your choice
If you want you can choose any face, any voice

Sourced from the Crowd, and crunched in the Cloud
These movies are great, and we’re so very proud

And yet even now the fond memory lingers
Of when actors had always exactly ten fingers

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