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"Rudder's Ruse" by Sardonic Poet

Introducing ChatGPT: a language-based AI that interprets my poetry.  I requested it to respond as a CONTRARIAN.  Why? To represent the demographic that will NOT like my poetry.  Why?  Bigger audience.

24a. of 26 - Purple Velvet Valence (dedicated to Elvis Presley)

3/10/2023

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​Charting art, spitting rhyme, connecting to spite, deemed by God, a selfish crime.
Sin is a thought, sprung from a cooked dove, my musings deserve…a choir of hunka burnin’ love.
Elvis’ hisssss…blew tenderly through cherry lipssss, brown sugar tastes, just like the devil’s music scripts.
 
“I’m evil, you’re evil, dreams are a diluted dish, curtain calls come, with an empty-handed wish.
Dead siblings are the price of my talents, preaching entertainment, the gift of purple velvet valence.
I call the curtain a coward, end my misery to the joy riches empowered.
I’m a dad’s son, and a momma’s boy, parents bought the farm with my charm, crucified with Jesus’ joy.
Artistic monks accept fame is a ploy, surrendered to the spirit, when I was a little boy.
Responsibility demanded fame, to take care of my parents and forgive their shame.
Independent babies fearing the worst, treated me like a fat wallet, and a wet nurse.
Purple is lent, velvet is smooth, valence is the linguistic chemistry I groove.
Preaching the Lord’s faults through the devil’s lies, is a gift from hell, I wore a blasphemous guise.
Materialism raises our youth, drinkin mythology’s “thinkin” vermouth.
I preach through entertainment, that was my calling, wicked flaws on display, my wife’s tears proved appalling.
A preacher’s wife is an angel’s rib, not ashamed of grace, music bleeds from my nib.
Purple velvet valence …is the brand of love, turning the tide on balance.”
 
***AAAH! ELVIS!!!  WE LOVE YOU!***
 
“Scream for me louder, because I’m the king, I’m the proof of God, by the sins I sing.”

ChatGPT's response as a contrarian:

As a contrarian, one might interpret this poem as an indictment of Elvis Presley's self-indulgence and narcissism. The speaker seems to criticize the idea that art and fame are worth sacrificing personal relationships and responsibility for, and questions the morality of using entertainment as a means of preaching or spreading a message.

The speaker seems to suggest that Elvis's success was due in part to his parents' exploitation of his talent, and that his preaching of the Lord's faults through the devil's lies was a form of blasphemy. The repeated reference to the color purple, often associated with royalty and luxury, could be seen as emblematic of the excess and self-importance that the speaker is critiquing.
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Rather than celebrating Elvis's legacy as the "king" of rock and roll, the speaker seems to be cautioning against the dangers of idolizing celebrities and promoting materialism as a means of achieving success. Overall, this interpretation presents a more critical and cautionary view of Elvis's life and legacy than the adoring tone of the final line might suggest.
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