Wheel Poem by Ima Ryma

Mind over matter has made me.
Cave people found me, called me wheel.
I was basic technology.
Eons later, I'm a big deal
I'm part of ev'ry machine that
Humans have made for good or bad.
In ev'ry human habitat
My varied workings must be had.
I make the world go round and round,
Giving intelligence the in.
In all A.I. I do be found.
Computers really let me spin.

And thanks to me, for what it's worth,
We machines do control the Earth.