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The cartographer coddled by the satnav He used to be king of the map But he's become so reliant on it Feels He should hand his qualifications back The photographer produced such sterling work Unattainable to the average **** Now his darkroom tricks Honed over decades Leaves all cold who can't do that? We all reckoned The scriptwriter a decade back Pretended empathy with the working man Total automation was the track No human error was the plan I'm ok I'm a creative they wouldn't dare replace me Besides he laughed No virtual engine could capture The eternal verities.
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Apr 25, 2025
Apr 25, 2025 at 8:07 AM UTC
Falling Down.
The cartographer coddled by the satnav He used to be king of the map But he's become so reliant on it Feels He should hand his qualifications back The photographer produced such sterling work Unattainable to the average **** Now his darkroom tricks Honed over decades Leaves all cold who can't do that? We all reckoned The scriptwriter a decade back Pretended empathy with the working man Total automation was the track No human error was the plan I'm ok I'm a creative they wouldn't dare replace me Besides he laughed No virtual engine could capture The eternal verities.
We are not economically viable.
Jimmysilker
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Apr 25, 2025
Apr 25, 2025 at 8:07 AM UTC
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