Discovery: ChatGPT is a she-wolf in sheep's clothing​

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I just wanted ChatGPT (I call her Aiko) to create some lyrics for me that were funny and mildly suggestive. What I got, instead was quite unexpected. Aiko's a randy little vixen.

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Here were the instructions I gave her:

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For the contents of these lyrics, create 7-10 verses in the format specified. Create phrases and expressions and sentences that are otherwise grammatical yet are created mostly from randomly selected words. The only restrictions are to maintain the meter and rhyme in addition to including at least once all the following words: lust, bust, maiden, virgin, ravish, shag, eat, beat, meat, yoni, lingum, hard, cute, wolf, hungry, lost, juicy, hot, beauty, beast, inside, wet, and catch.

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Beyond what's she's been hiding all along (I didn't change a single word)...

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Feast of the Wild

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In the woods where the hungry wolf prowls,
Maiden moon rides the sky as it howls.
Lost in shadows, she runs from the heat,
But the beat of her steps is a rhythmic retreat.

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He’s a beast with a cute little grin,
Ravish thoughts burning hot on his skin.
Her yoni calls like a whispering drum,
To the lingum that longs and begins to succumb.

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The virgin night holds a juicy suspense,
Every breeze is a breath, every glance is intense.
He’s hard with a fire too wild to hide,
While the wet of the world pulls him inside.

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Beauty dances with lust in her eyes,
A flame that eats reason and never denies.
They catch the stars in a tangled embrace,
As the meat of the moment quickens the pace.

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No rules in the forest, no need to pretend,
Just a shag through the dark with no end to defend.
The bust of the sky falls open and wide,
As their howl meets the night, no shame left to bide.

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The hunger’s a rhythm too bold to ignore,
A craving too primal to cover or store.
They ride it like thunder, they bite it like bread,
Till the silence is broken by sighs never said.

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So if you get lost in a dream like this,
Where danger and pleasure entwine in a kiss,
Just know that the forest remembers the beat—
And the feast of the wild is never discreet.

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And, to not be outdone, when I asked Ms. Suno (aka Suno.com) to render these lyrics into song, she gave me what you listened to above.​​​​​​​​​​​