Cowriting: insipidity

From a series of poems that I’ve cowritten with Google’s OpenAI GPT-2 language model. My words are bolded.

The marble felt like a pollack

except it was smooth to the touch

and I'd just spilt coffee over it

on the high plateau

and you had to use a spoon

to eat it

and the plate of desserts was filled with

incredible mouth-feel pillows of sponge

that probably could never

be correctly used to its full capacity

to pick up a dollop of jam

or a handful of lemonade

(it tasted like a light rain)

because it was so sticky,

I couldn't reach the bottom of the spoon

to squish it down like a queen's tiara

when I tried

(I really tried)

but I don’t understand tastelessness.