The Progress of Convenience

Andrew R. Duckworth

There was once a blacksmith,
But we got tired of waiting,
So the factory opened,
And we went to work.
And then we were replaced,
The factory fully automated.
And then we worked the markets,
But then there was no need
As we all got tired of talking
For the two minutes of bagging,
The market fully automated.
Teachers no longer required.
And the creatives were left,
But machines created better,
Faster, more efficient.
And then we learned to code.
Soon, the machines coded better.
And then, we were subjected,
Enslaved to our creation.
What money?
Only data.
Only a number.
And then there was a blacksmith,
And God grew tired
Of our foolishness.
No need or want of money
In the afterlife.