GPT4, Write a poem about a ball sack that has a mysterious seam on it.
In realms of flesh where mysteries dwell, A ball sack’s tale I’m here to tell, Its surface smooth, yet a seam concealed, A riddle of secrets, soon revealed.
Beneath the skin, a journey untold, Where life’s enigma begins to unfold, A hidden seam, like a whispered song, Invisible threads, where wonders belong.
A vessel of life, in delicate guise, Holds the promise of love in its size, Yet, a seam’s mystery, a cryptic design, In the dance of existence, it intertwines.
Perhaps it’s a mark of life’s creation, A symbol of nature’s artful foundation, Or a reminder that within us, seams run deep, Where mysteries and stories eternally keep.
So, let us ponder this ball sack’s grace, With its hidden seam, a mystical trace, In the human tapestry, where secrets gleam, A testament to life, like a waking dream.
Heck in this market I’d fight the entire poltergeist house with a smile on my face. “Oh you like being spooky?! The power of AK-47 compels you!”