Aggravation Automated

The bureaucrats, the functionaries, mindless
And myopic, were our predecessors' nemeses.
Impassive behind iron grates, they'd shake
Their heads at even tiny deviations from
The norms their guidebooks had made clear
To them.  “You can't;” “I can't;” “That's not
Permitted,” little lacerations which would
Multiply with each encounter.  At this point,
They're mostly gone... replaced by similarly
Dull machines, unyielding entities, which
Hew to all the rigid rules, saying, “Press
One” for what you don't want.  “Press two”
For options of no use.  The sad, myopic
Programmers, who've saddled us with their
Interpretations of intelligence (which, are,
Let's say, a bit deficient), haven't done us
Any favors.  Our ancestors faced impassive
Dolts in gilded offices.  At least, they got
Look at faces.  We don't see a thing.

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Written on 2022-09-02 at 10:21

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Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
How true. How very true. I particularly like...
“PressOne” for what you don't want. “Press two”
For options of no use.