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Create an illustrated poster, Toulouse Lautrec, advertising a company presentation about why your boss steals your idea. The only text on the poster is the title of the presentation. The title is displayed near the poster top in a half circle format, title must be exactly these following words: “Was It Ever Really Your Idea?” The text’s font is standard goofy corporate font meant to grab your attention. Below the half circle with the title “Was It Ever Really Your Idea?”, there is an mage of an anthropomorphic bull in a black and white business suit, the scene is in bull’s business office, bull is sitting halfway on his desk, he looks smug, he is telling the very tall anthropomorphic female cat dressed in a neon green business paint suit, the cat has her arms crossed, annoyed at the lies the bull is telling her……. The image is a snide view of a boss trying to convince his employee he didn’t steal her idea.
“The Pitch and the Pillage”
He cleared his throat and clicked his pen,
Then shifted in his chair again,
“Well, look,” he said, “it’s not that you’re—
I mean, I value what you do, for sure…”
He smiled like sleet on corporate glass,
While spinning jargon thick as brass.
“You inspire me. It’s synergy!
When I succeed, we win, you see?”
She stared, unblinking, arms now crossed,
Each syllable he murmurs is additional cost.
He stammered on, a clumsy dance,
“Your brilliance gives the pitch… a chance.”
“I am the face! The final say!
You write the tune—I... hum away!”
He chuckled but it stank of fear.
Then she leaned in: “I need to hear…”
“You what?” he asked, his tie askew,
As sweat betrayed the boardroom view.
“I need to hear what you believe—
That theft’s okay if done with sleaze?”
“I mentor! Yes! I raise the bar!
I let you shine—but not too far.”
She cocked her brow. Her phone began
To catch this crumbling company man.
“You filmed that?” gasped the now-pale thief.
“TikTok’s a hell of a kind of grief…”
She said, “I’ve let your madness slide,
But patriarchy’s suicide.”
He dropped his pitch, his power suit,
Now silenced, slow, and resolute.
He hung his head in a shameful sway—
The Big Idea business man just walked away.
Poem collaboration with ChatGPT and Peg Fulton
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