Once there was a little old man
Who proudly owned a shop in town
For buggy whips were the latest thing
And orders came from all around

Packaged and sent upon their way
In the only way an order ships
And the drivers of those days
Directed course with a buggy whip

But, here Comes a new invention
A carriage with a shiny engine
Machines begin a reformation
A better life for generations

The old man's future coming clear
His way of life will disappear
The orders drop, the profits dip
Gone, the store and the buggy whip

The circle's always spinning
More innovations coming round
Replacing things that were always there
But now are nowhere to be found

Tomorrow comes to claim it's time
The prompt is set to activate
Removing burdens from the mind
The path reveals a hapless fate

Automated, automatic
Everything is systematic
The human touch has lost its grip
And goes the way of the buggy whip

Here Comes a new ascension
With superior comprehension
Overwhelming is the transformation
To the void goes a generation

Ghostly spirits of a lost domain
On an everlasting trip
Through the fog of history hold the reins
Directing course with a buggy whip



Buggy Whip

Dan's Shadowman has left the building ...
Enter Doomjelly, a name I carefully picked out of a hat. 
Thank you very much for listening!