Today on, “Postmodern or AI slop?”

we’ll mock the Iowa Writers Workshop

for their terrible taste. Barbaric yawp

it ain’t. Stop. “Make that pussy pop”? No, stop,

fool, you can’t rhyme everything just with “op”.

Why? Who doesn’t love a stiff leather strop?

What? Like a strap, but with, how you say? Whop?

No. Chop? Yes! I love a stiff strop with chop.

“Chop chop!” Don’t try and be funny, foul fop.

See? Scenery chewing! Over the top?

A tad. Full stop? Please, just once, no bebop,

no scat singing. “Doo-be-shoo-be-shop-plop

-plop.” Ugh. I’m the top sop in the crop top?

Joypop’s flop? Ho, fuck bunny’s last Aesop.