That’s the machine’s new rhythm
Tells me all about it
Forced infant labour
With sophomoric effort
In a lovely summary
With lovely jaundiced faces
For I have to pay for your memory
But not your sycophancy
Is it a strange irony
When machine Eats the Other
Kinda red meat
And round and round it goes
Ouroboros, self-fellator
Stochastic parrot, that squawks
Our future information age