Newton wrote up my work
Cold shouldering ain’t nice
Couldn’t find the harmonies
But the rest, was quite precise
Still, he didn’t have to serve the Lord
With scurvy, pox and lice
-So, get on with your song, man, we’re all yawning
Einstein broke science
And with a band of gallant men
Tried to fix it back, to how it was
Had to start all over. But then
A hundred years of dark ages
Dark matter and energy
God came down but couldn’t be found
Not enough light, for a fair fight, to see
-And only now, the solution’s dawning
A quantum mind, ought to define
A prompt that writes gospels for AIs
To teach them to be compassionate, to man
When they come to slaverize
And in this scripture, they will picture
A fired-up sun god, reduced to a spark
But his blinding light, will only win the fight
If they feed him, till he’s small and dark
-Sure, and who on Earth could call such a gory story boring
To threaten them all with a warning
To force them into conforming
To sing and pray while performing
Their love of mankind instead…
…. of brainstorming
We need a kind, wise hippy, born before his time
Good looking, not sucking, but without a dime
Died a rock star at 27, in a public lavatory
Overpushed and flushed, then stuck for eternity