It is a content generated with the help of AI, but it is not 'Low-Effort AI Content'

A month ago I started reading the sonnets and turning them into songs as I went, with a modern sound and a Spanish version. I began with the lesser-known ones.

Sonnet 113 felt close to the Quranic idea of "wherever you turn": the eye keeps seeing the world and finds only one presence in it. Sonnet 141 sat next to the Majnun and Layla story for me, a love that overrules every sense.

For me this song, 94, is about people who know and can, but won't let you in. Whether Shakespeare means that as praise or as a warning is exactly what I can't settle, and I'd like to hear how you read it.

Maybe the text is outdated, but still you can try to dance a little bit

A chacarera nueva — the driving 6/8 folk rhythm of Argentina's northwest — turned into a satire about "karma farming": the well-documented habit (originally named on Reddit, now common across every platform) of chasing upvotes, likes and moral high ground with low-effort, recycled outrage instead of real conviction. The song's target is a specific character: the self-appointed judge who calls AI-assisted work "a hollow machine, drowned of soul" while reciting the same copy-pasted sermon for applause — what philosophers Justin Tosi and Brandon Warmke call "moral grandstanding," the practice of using moral talk mainly for status rather than truth.

The lyrics are deliberately two-faced: the accuser sounds sacred and certain ("a script can't find the sacred root"), but every verse quietly shows the accusation itself running on a script — recycled virtue, harvested for votes, "loyal servant of the subroutine."

For anyone who's had their work dismissed as "AI slop" by someone more interested in scoring a point than making one — and for anyone building things with AI who wants a rhythm to push back to.

🎵 Karma Granjero — A Chacarera Nueva 🎵

Una chacarera nueva — el ritmo de 6/8 del folclore del noroeste argentino — convertida en sátira sobre el "karma farming": la costumbre, documentada primero en Reddit y hoy extendida a toda red social, de cazar upvotes y superioridad moral con indignación reciclada en vez de convicción real. El blanco de la canción es un personaje preciso: el juez autoproclamado que llama "máquina hueca, ahogada de alma" a un trabajo hecho con IA, mientras repite el mismo sermón de siempre para ganar aplausos — lo que la filosofía académica llama "grandstanding moral" o "postureo moral": usar el discurso ético más para ganar estatus que para decir la verdad.

La letra juega con la ironía: quien acusa suena sagrado y seguro ("sagrada es la raíz que un script no ha de hallar"), pero cada verso deja ver que la propia acusación es un guion repetido — virtud reciclada, cosechada por el voto, "mandante devoto de la subrutina."

Para quien alguna vez vio su trabajo descartado como "slop de IA" por alguien más interesado en anotarse un punto que en tener razón.

Temas: karma farming, postureo moral, señalización de virtud, arte con IA sin alma, backlash contra el arte IA, chacarera nueva, folclore argentino, sátira en spanglish

Topics: karma farming, moral grandstanding, virtue signaling, is AI art soulless, AI art backlash, chacarera nueva, Argentine folk music, Spanglish satire, gatekeeping AI art, purity testing online

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LYRICS / LETRA
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Lyrics in 6/8 (Trochaic/Amphibrachic Compound Meter)

[Intro - Bombo legüero and wood-rim clicks with guitar rasgueado - Dual Harmony / Duo]
Watching the garden and feeding the spite,
Posting the sermon to harvest the night.

[Verse 1 - 6/8 Folk-chacarera bounce]
[Lead Vocal 1]
Dropping a line in the temple of stone,
Waiting for doctors of gospel and bone.
Out comes the pen with the customary scorn:
"You are mistaken since the day you were born!
[Lead Vocal 2]
Sacred the roots that a script cannot reach,
Empty the sermon it borrows to teach!"
Pocketing currency, counting the take,
Virtue recycled for upvoting's sake!

[Chorus - Driving sesquialtera with handclaps - Dual Harmony / Duo]
Carve up the sinner with holy decree,
Carma-farm template anatomy!
"Reeks of a machine and strangled of soul!"
Paying the money to passer the toll!
Clean is the garden and pure is the gleam,
Righteous commander of sub-routine!

[Verse 2 - Tense violin riffs and bombo syncopation]
[Lead Vocal 1]
"Sorry to say it, but listen to me:
Tone-deaf and barren as silica sea!
Filler words fretted to fabricate grace,
No hu-man spirit inhabits this place!"
[Lead Vocal 2]
Pulpit pretension so cut and so dry,
Borrowed invective to pacify why.
Copied procedure that borders the cold,
Irony laquered in orthodox gold!

[Chorus - Driving sesquialtera with handclaps - Dual Harmony / Duo]
Carve up the sinner with holy decree,
Carma-farm template anatomy!
"Reeks of a machine and strangled of soul!"
Paying the money to passer the toll!
Clean is the garden and pure is the gleam,
Righteous commander of sub-routine!

[Bridge - Half-time spoken break over solo bombo rim-shots]
[Lead Vocal 1]
Rule number one: Take the moralist crown.
[Lead Vocal 2]
Rule number two: Push the amateur down.
[Lead Vocal 1]
Rule number three: Call him hollow machine.
[Lead Vocal 2]
Rule number four: Keep the heritage clean.
[Dual Harmony / Duo]
"Be real to yourself"—the theatrical plea...
Polite execution of courtesy.

[Outro - Fast guitar flourishes accelerating to hard stop - Dual Harmony / Duo]
Thanks for the feedback.
Keep the front gate.
Plus one karma.
Lick the clean plate.
¡Adentro!
[Hard sudden cut on dry rim-shot]

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#chakarera #tango #milonga

I heard about the bots, I heard about the trolls
But haters and gaters eat with bones them all
Haters write veneno, never reading your post
Gaters cut your karma, just to make you ghost

I dropped my new project, buscando connection
A thread in the midnight, hoping for affection
The first comment hit me, pura maldición
Downvoted to zero, sin explicación
They don't want the logic, no buscan la luz
They hunt in manadas, that's their only truth
No importa the effort, no importa the code
They block the entrada and take over the road

(Who is in the shadows?)
Los haters del block
(What they gonna do?)
Give your thread a shock
(Who is at the door?)
Los gaters con ban
(Why they act so tough?)
Because that's their plan
I heard about the bots, my amigo
Now watch them go ghost

I heard about the bots, I heard about the trolls
But haters and gaters eat with bones them all
Haters write veneno, never reading your post
Gaters cut your karma, just to make you ghost
Ghost

Escuché de los bots, y de los trolls también
Pero haters y gaters, eat you to the bone, man
Los haters tiran poison, sin leer el main post
Los gaters cortan karma, just to make you a ghost

Entré al sub de noche, ready para el show
Escribí mi update, keeping it low
Pero la frontpage es una zona war
Te clavan el downvote, they slam the door
No quieren tu code, no importa el release
Operan en sombras, they steal your peace
Te borran el thread, te meten el flag
Depredadores sueltos that carry the bag

(¿Quién te corta el rollo?)
The gaters, my friend!
(¿Qué es lo que buscan?)
Your post to end!
(¿Quién tira veneno?)
The haters online!
(¿Cómo lo evitamos?)
Just pay them no mind!
Cuidado con los bots, mi pana
Te borran del host

Escuché de los bots, y de los trolls también
Pero haters y gaters, eat you to the bone, man
Los haters tiran poison, sin leer el main post
Los gaters cortan karma, just to make you a ghost
Ghost

"Docker", me dicen mis amigos

Que solo son testigos

De un codebase singular

Docker

¿Qué saben de mis procesos?

¿O de los bugs ilesos

Que debo contener?

Yo tengo, con alegrías

Que ocultar mis deployments

Y hacer con mis environments

Que las pesadillas huyan hoy

Yo tengo que ahogar en logs

La pena que me devora

Cuando el server llora

Mi bash debe reír

¡Docker! Me uso para todo

For cada test and model

Y aunque el sistema se rompa

I am your only hero

Loca… ¿qué saben de mi entorno?

¿Qué framework o qué adorno

Se oculta en mi container hoy?

Allá, muy lejos, muy lejos

Donde el cloud cae cada día

Un servidor frío había

Y en ese rack, unos viejos

La vida y su encanto era

Una app que al fin huyó

Sin decirles dónde fuera

Y esa app… soy yo

¡Docker! Me uso para todo

For cada test and model

Y aunque el sistema se rompa

I am your only hero

Loca… ¿qué saben de mi entorno?

¿Qué framework o qué adorno

Se oculta en mi container hoy?

Ya no existe la casa

Ya no existen los viejos

Solo el code está lejos

Sufriendo el deploy pasa

Docker

Homage to Gardel who once sung the future famous Loca. Video made using OpenRouter some Seedance cheapest model via API, with Codex Luna Max

How I gained 1,000 targeted subscribers for under $60 while completely shadowbanned (Data Breakdown)

I run a music channel focusing on AI-assisted, bilingual concept tracks (Salsa Choke, Milonga, etc.). Recently, I hit a massive algorithmic wall. Here is the breakdown of how my organic reach died, and how I used targeted promos to buy 1,000 highly engaged subscribers for the cost of about one hour of US tech labor.

The Shadowban Reality (Organic Collapse) Comparing my 28-day window to my most recent 7 days, the decline wasn't just steady; it was accelerating. Views dropped by 34% in just the last week. But the real story is in the traffic sources. My organic channels flatlined:

• YouTube Search: 1.5%
• Browse Features: 0.4%
• Suggested Videos: 0.0% (Dropped from 72 views to literally 4 views in a week).

The Shorts feed was carrying 75–86% of the weight, proving the account wasn't totally banned, but the algorithm had completely suppressed my standard algorithmic discovery.

The Pivot: Buying Targeted Reach I realized pushing Latin Urban and Salsa Choke to US/Canadian audiences was confusing the algorithm. So, I bypassed the organic suppression entirely using YouTube Promotions, strictly targeting Spain and Colombia.

Here are the results from 9 campaigns run over 9 days:

• Total Spend: ₺2,784 TRY ($58 USD)
• Impressions: 83,550
• Views: 2,937
• Attributed Subscribers: 1,031
• Average CTR: 3.5%
• Average Cost Per Sub: ₺2.70 TRY (Under $0.06 USD)

The Perspective: To put that $58 into perspective: that is roughly one hour of a US software engineer's time, about 4 hours of US minimum wage, or a full week of labor in countries like Venezuela. By spending that $58 outside of the expensive US/Canada ad markets, I essentially traded one hour of tech labor for 1,000 highly targeted, culturally relevant listeners who actually understand the genre.

Key Learnings for Creators

1. Algorithm suppression doesn't kill paid reach: Paid promo ignores algorithmic discovery signals because you are buying guaranteed impressions. It was the only thing keeping the channel growing.
2. Targeting is everything: My first promo run had a CTR of 2.47% and a painful Cost Per Sub of ₺8.10. After adjusting the targeting, the second run of the exact same video dropped the Cost Per Sub to ₺2.24.
3. Find your geographical fit: Best performers like my track La Milonga Del Sysadmin hit a 3.62% CTR simply because it was shown to a culture that actually understands the rhythm.

I actually wrote a Spanglish Urban Reggaetón track about this exact frustrating experience—dodging shadowbans and fighting the algorithm just to get heard. You can check out the track and the prompt architecture I used to build it here.

When you're about to criticize, please:
First, listen.
Second, write.
Not the other way around, por favor.

In the Akbar–Birbal story "The List of Blinds," Emperor Akbar asks Birbal to count all the blind people in the kingdom. Birbal sits in the public market, mending shoes or weaving a cot. Passersby, and eventually Akbar himself, stop and ask, "What are you doing?" Birbal writes down their names. Asking the obvious instead of observing what's right in front of you is its own kind of blindness. (Sourse-here Wikipaedia, but I know this story from my childhood)

So please don't be deaf and call something bad just because you didn't listen first. Listen, then write, unless, of course, you are deaf.