I'm on a treadmill, feeling all burnt out,
The future looks grim, I'm headed for a rout.
I won't recommend, that you follow in my step,
It's chaos all around, I'm out of my depth.
I'm on a joyride, moving faster and better,
Have sprouted new wings, and broken the fetter.
I enjoy my work, I now have a Personal Assistant,
The PA will replace me, is a possibility distant.
I'm on a see-saw, barely pulling through,
Can't make out what's hype, and what's really true.
I churn more stuff, and the quality goes down,
Excited and uneasy, I both smile and frown.
That AI will come for my job, is not my strongest worry,
It's I'll be asked to do more, and with ever more hurry.
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