Create a database of known poetry. Feed it to a neural net. Then have an algorithm synthesize poetry by giving it an input of some words.

I would make sure the words generated would soak the ladies socks.

automatically, of course.

that notwithstanding, why would one want to? If it could be done, and I am supremely confident it can be or even has been; I don't understand the purpose. An AI can piecemeal the words together to create functioning sentences, stanzas, bars, etc., but the prose will be devoid feeling. Isn't that the purpose of poetry at its core - to gracefully articulate emotion?

Create an poetry writing AI that can only use words nigger, kike, faggot and jew.

People are thinking AI, but here's my idea: come up with a meter and rhyme scheme you like, then plug in vague but evocative-sounding gibberish into each line (you can do it quickly, and in fact this will probably help with the vagueness). People will assume it's smart if they can't understand it. Then make up a fake poet identity as like a black woman or FtM jew tranny or something because otherwise nobody is going to publish your work even if it's good.

Another idea: outsource it to the Philippines on one of those hire-a-writer sites.

Try this: https://app.inferkit.com/demo

The first three lines I took from one of your recent posts. The rest is auto generated.

It comes in three parts, like all things. Why God chose three as his number is anyone's guess. A Mystery of the Universe.

Mysteries of the human race.

Sciencings of all kinds, mine included.

Even, I have long thought, of geography.

Three concentric rings around the Earth, one extending north and south, one east and west, and one in the middle.

This part is the deep ocean.

The Pacific Ocean.

A sign of that spiritual connection, of closeness, is that God lives in the middle.

I could write a story about the middle.

L. A. as the heart and the three concentric circles as the legs, circling.

Pico de Avila.

This was on first try.

Roses are Red. Violets are Blue. You become dead, But bring the niggers with you.

I would build a machine that straps you down and stabs you in the balls repeatedly until you write some good poetry, Theo. That's how I would automate poetry.

I automatically assume poets are cock lovers.