"Yo, I’m the king of the Arctic, top of the frost,
While you’re waddling lost on some South Pole rocks.
I’m the beast of the north, with teeth like knives,
While you slip ‘n’ slide, barely keepin’ alive.
I’m six feet tall, got the muscle and the brawn,
You’re a pint-sized bird, can’t even fly, come on.
They call me the apex, the top of the line,
You're snack-sized, flappin'—couldn’t handle my grind.
I'm the white ghost, huntin' seals at night,
While you shiver in groups, tryna huddle tight.
I roam solo, 'cause I run the ice,
You're just fish food waddlin'—not worth the price."
-ChatGPT