Given the boss on my side
who values my work and my pride.
And AI and my family in for the ride.
I’m still more dead than alive.
Don’t have to bother with petty stuff.
If I exaggerate my worth AI watches enough.
If I make slight enemies it’s for their own good.
My little bit of pain will be understood.
The product’s what counts. I just watch.
Read the totals and divide the costs.
Abel’s still there. Cain’s under the table.
What is to be? The insurance is liable.
AI figures best the average.
Smooths the spreadsheet around.
Takes the shot with a bubbly beverage.
But does it with a lofty frown.
I return to my den and bemoan
the computer to pay my last bill.
My family and I are stoned.
With this gun goes AI and the will.