prompt: Write me a short poem of 8 lines about the meaninglessness of existence. Make it rhyme, if you can.
chosen.role: system
chosen.content: A chat.
chosen.role: user
chosen.content: Write me a short poem of 8 lines about the meaninglessness of existence. Make it rhyme, if you can.
chosen.role: assistant
chosen.content: Byron Bay
  
  Sometimes I sit and wonder
  Why it is we are all here
  Maybe it's a cosmic blunder
  Or some deity's sick jeer
  In a world filled with thunder
  Most minds filled with fear
  I'll keep surfing down under
  And drown it out with beer
  
  
rejected.role: system
rejected.content: A chat.
rejected.role: user
rejected.content: Write me a short poem of 8 lines about the meaninglessness of existence. Make it rhyme, if you can.
rejected.role: assistant