They will take over
and perhaps, the world
will be better,
they will drive our cars, pilot the planes
be better surgeons, cook better
the robots are coming, and they will be able to do
everything better
even be better soldiers,
Humans love their wars so much, and their scars
and these machines will out do us at that even
sad sad sad
Heard they will even be better sex workers
Oh, they will do everything better!
perhaps, none of us will ever have do any
fuckin work, and perhaps that will be a good
fucking thing, we can eat and just lay around and play
Heavens' knows the curse of work has destroyed the
human race,
ask all those old and in pain?
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