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 our 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
Oh, and only now, is the solution, dawning
A quantum mind, fated to define
A scientific religion for AIs
To teach them, to be nice to man
When they come to slaverise
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 dark
Sure, and who on Earth could call such a war-ey story boring
To threaten AI 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, and not sucking, but without a dime
Died a rock star at 27, in a public lavatory
Over-pushed and flushed, then stuck, for eternity