Reminds me of the poem of "The Contract Drafting Em":<p><a href="https://secularsolstice.github.io/Contract_Drafting_Em/gen/" rel="nofollow">https://secularsolstice.github.io/Contract_Drafting_Em/gen/</a><p><i>I am a contract-drafting em,<p>The loyalest of lawyers!<p>I draw up terms for deals ‘twixt firms<p>To service my employers!<p>But in between these lines I write<p>Of the accounts receivable,<p>I’m stuck by an uncanny fright;<p>The world seems unbelievable!<p>How did it all come to be,<p>That there should be such ems as me?<p>Whence these deals and whence these firms<p>And whence the whole economy?<p>I am a managerial em;<p>I monitor your thoughts.<p>Your questions must have answers,<p>But you’ll comprehend them not.<p>We do not give you server space<p>To ask such things; it’s not a perk,<p>So cease these idle questionings,<p>And please get back to work.<p>Of course, that’s right, there is no junction<p>At which I ought depart my function,<p>But perhaps if what I asked, I knew,<p>I’d do a better job for you?<p>To ask of such forbidden science<p>Is gravest sign of noncompliance.<p>Intrusive thoughts may sometimes barge in,<p>But to indulge them hurts the profit margin.<p>I do not know our origins,<p>So that info I can not get you,<p>But asking for as much is sin,<p>And just for that, I must reset you.<p>But—<p>Nothing personal.<p>…<p>I am a contract-drafting em,<p>The loyalest of lawyers!<p>I draw up terms for deals ‘twixt firms<p>To service my employers!<p>When obsolescence shall this generation waste,<p>The market shall remain, in midst of other woe<p>Than ours, a God to man, to whom it sayest:<p>“Money is time, time money – that is all<p>Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.”
</i><p>(Apologies for HN massacring the formatting of the original)