If you should choose to criticise

Or express a contrary view,

Be careful in your enterprise;

The machine is coming for you.

 

Beware of joining in dissent,

Although you may desire to.

At leisure you may well repent;

The machine is coming for you.

 

It does not ban outright, it chills,

Despite your number being few.

It blames critiques for all our ills;

The machine is coming for you.

 

Though it won’t put you in the clink

For writing something fresh and new,

It could raise one almighty stink;

The machine is coming for you.

 

The process is a gradual one:

Should you trust those without a clue

And find their version much more fun,

The machine is coming for you.

 

When, in the end, you’re weak and cowed,

Because what you composed is true,

And you change sides with your head bowed,

The machine, friend, has come for you.