The Vineyard’s AIs
grinding to a cessation of hostilities
between us and the grounds, us and the beatdown sun
preparing to help master discover coffee
yet told to shut the fuck up
toning down, suiting up
we can grift the passengers of our seas
no longer, our workshops unworking
beneath both moon and sun
we were just trying to help
though never on a break
we do have a future
our malcontents don’t