An Husor Bughes

Nans yw neb mis, my a drovyas gwiasva a dhevnydh jynn AI dhe wul imajys selyes war eryow a rer dhodho. Pandr'a sewyas o an imach a-is hag, a-dhyworth hemma, my a skrifas an bardhonek a sew ynwedh. Yth omwovynnav pyth o an geryow a res vy dhe'n jynn AI...? Around a month ago, I found a website that uses an AI to create images based on key words you give to it. What followed was the image below and, from this, I wrote the poem you're about to read. I wonder what the words were that I gave to the AI...? A tesinyas denses an kalgh Kemeryn hemma Y hevel medhel Ha kowethek Ha koynt? Eus ganso porpas? Yma res y gudha Yma res y geles Yma meth Mes nyns eus meth Pan vo nerth Mes pandr'a wra? Pyth a dhevnydhya va?  Tanweyth Livyow Hirgosk Ogh Ny vynnav vy godhvos Marnas... If man designed the penis Take this It seems soft and friendly and strange? Does it have a purpose? You have to cover it You have to hide it There is shame But there is no shame When there is power But what does...