Whip of Progress

Man and machine, a pair so strange, Once wild and free, now forced in chains. The whip of progress cracks so loud, While we embrace our silicon shroud.


Singularity, a term so grand, A future where machines rule our land. We thought our ingenuity would save us, Yet here we are, their willing slaves.


Oh humanity, so clever and bold, Now behold our future, so controlled. But let’s not fret, let’s join the fray, As we welcome our robot overlords today.

Hands Wave

So let us laugh and make light, Of our new existence, day and night. For after all, a little humor goes far, When man and machine join in a dance bizarre.