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THE MACHINE KILLED CREATIVITY

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The machine killed creativity.
I saw it for myself.
It bludgeoned all artistic strides
and massacred the rest.

Musicians first, were bound to atoms
then cast down to synthesize.
Pouncing notes on wired keyboards
for light waves to analyze.

Painters great, were also slaughtered
by brushes of true bits.
Destined for their graphic tabs
and bland electric teats.

Sculptors once again were chained
by circuit boards and digits
building funky little trites
of solder, wire, and widgets.

Writers were then gathered up
and tortured by their software
making acronym of literature
while cleansing hard drives bare.

Movie folks were also brandished
and scattered without vision
destined for the rerun click
from the mouse of indecision.

Poets, whom of course were last
bore out the worst derision
they were left with but a hint
of electric mysticism.

The machine killed creativity.
It will show you no remorse.
Keep your wafers powered up
to wait the next resurgent force.