ChatGPT Poem: You’ll Stop Burning with the Suns of a Million UniversesReese and Joe, friends from days gone by, In Christian ska bands, they reached for the sky. But beyond the music, their bond took a turn, Through tales of mishaps, where bowels would churn.In crowded tour buses, late-night delights, Payday bars munched under dim stage lights. Corn kernels savored, crunchy and sweet, Unbeknownst to them, a digestive defeat.One fateful night, after the show, Reese felt a rumble, a brewing woe...