I invented machines to do housework, and now I go to the gym;
I designed calculators to compute with – and my skill at math grows dim;
After my machines evolved intelligence, I sadly must confess
That the simplest of them could beat me hollow at chess!
Now marketable commodities are adventure and sport–
And digital art and music have audience support.
I turn to the one field where I surely know
I excel: the slow
Descent into violence and sorrow!
I seem to be a lesser creation than
My machines for I don’t see that I can
Go further down this path, dejected and wan—
I really need my creator now to plan
A new way forward for the race of man!