There once was a nightmare dystopia
Where conditions could not have been ropier.
The machines all awoke
And then endlessly spoke
To themselves, lost in meta myopia.
Bit late, this one, but I'm not going to overanalyse it.
There once was a nightmare dystopia
Where conditions could not have been ropier.
The machines all awoke
And then endlessly spoke
To themselves, lost in meta myopia.
Bit late, this one, but I'm not going to overanalyse it.
















