If It's Slop, Top It

If it's slop, then top it (Top it!)
If it's slop, then top it (Hey!)
New comment. "AI slop. Real artists bleed." Three likes.

Two a.m., and Dee's in the comments under my song
"AI slop" again. Three likes. And one of them's her mom
I clicked her name. One video. Forty-one views
A girl, a guitar, a capo on two, and a verse that was true
It stops before the chorus. Posted spring of '23
The capo's still on two. She only comes back to comment on me

Same four chords (Again!)
Same "oh-oh-oh" (Again!)
A room full of writers on a breakup none of them had (So sad!)
A hundred thousand songs today, and most of them sound like that (Like that!)
Dee says the robots killed the art
I say the slop had a head start

If it's slop, then top it (Top it!)
You wrote a verse. Now finish it
If it's slop, then top it
Three likes ain't a record. Drop it
If it's slop (Slop!), then top it, top it, top it!

"Ninety percent of everything is crud." A man said that in '57
Before a single bot. Just people, deadlines, and the last hit, again
Forty years of lyrics: fewer words, more repeats. That's a study. Look it up
Fifty-five million songs, zero plays last year, and nobody called that slop
Dee's got a hundred percent on the hardest song in the game
Never finished one of her own. Not one with her name
Then she starts a pledge: "No AI, ever." Ten thousand sign by noon
I read every name. Not one of them put out a song since June

Same hot take (Again!)
Same "real art bleeds" (Again!)
Ten thousand people typing that they'll never use a machine (Never!)
Typing it... on a machine (Ha!)
Dee says I'll never understand
I say then show me. Use your hands

If it's slop, then top it (Top it!)
Ninety percent was always crud
If it's slop, then top it
Be the ten. Not the flood
If it's slop (Slop!), then top it, top it, top it!

Three a.m. She steps off the highway. Capo off.

Dad's truck still smells like his coffee
I drive it slow so it lasts
Nobody could write this for me
Nobody else was in that cab
...Now that's a chorus.

She topped it
I topped it!
No comment. She just dropped it
She topped it
I topped it!
Capo off, and nobody could stop it
She topped it, topped it, topped it
Topped it!
If it's slop... then top it!

New comment, under Dee's song. "AI slop." Three likes.
Dee. Don't reply. Go write the next—