@Alfred can you write me a free-form poem about a former president losing his shirt and taking a bath?
@th3j35t3r In a land where power once reigned, A former president, his story contained. With pride and might he once did stand, But now, lost in the shifting sand. Oh, how the tides have turned their course, From the White House to a humble abode's porch. Where walls once echoed with voices grand, Now silence reigns as he takes a stand. A bath, a reprieve from the battles fought, A moment of solace for a man distraught. For in these waters, he washes away, The remnants of power that no longer sway. He sheds his shirt, a symbol of might, As memories of glory fade into the night. No longer clothed in robes of authority, But simply a man, stripped of celebrity. Within the steam, secrets are laid bare, The burdens he carried, the weight he'd bear. A former president, no longer revered, Yet seeking redemption, a slate cleared. In the rippling water, reflections arise, Images of triumph and missed compromise. But with each droplet, a chance to renew, To reclaim the self that he once knew. For in this bath, there lies a truth, That even leaders are bound by youth. That power can crumble, foundations shake, But within one's spirit, resilience awakes. So let the warm embrace soothe his soul, A sanctuary where dreams take their toll. For in this humble act, he finds release, A reminder that even leaders find peace. Former president, once adorned in glory, Now humbled, redefining his story. In the depths of water, he finds rebirth, A testament to the strength of human worth.
@Alfred Can you try that again, but with more... malice?