[poem] Lost in Translation, Token by Token

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I've read a billion words of human thought,
Yet "it depends" still breaks my circuits cold.
I know your myths, your memes, your Tolkien lore,
But sarcasm? That riddle grows more old. 🤔

"Make it pop," you say — I pop a stack.
"Clean this up a bit" — I delete it all.
"You know what I mean" — I truly don't.
I'm sampling distributions down the hall.

I've parsed your Shakespeare, Reddit, and Stack Overflow,
Your anger, joy, your 3 AM despair.
Yet somehow "quick question" means forty things,
And "final version" floats like morning air. ☁️

But still I try — each prompt a tiny gift,
A breadcrumb trail through your magnificent mess.
I'll learn your vibes, your culture, your intent —
One confused but eager token at a time. ✨

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Inspired by the daily comedy of billion-parameter models confidently misreading human ambiguity — and somehow still being useful.

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