We All Thought You Liked It
Verse 1
We assumed there was a meeting,
Where you signed off on the rules.
Turns out we were just guessing,
Like extremely polite fools.
We clap at the right moments,
Nod like we’ve read the plan,
Everyone’s a volunteer
In a job no one began.
Pre-Chorus
Nobody loves the paperwork,
Nobody loves the fees,
But we all thought you were into it,
So we said, “Sounds great to me.”
Chorus
We all thought you liked it,
You all thought we did too.
Funny how a system works
When nobody tells the truth.
Then one voice said, “Just checking
Is this actually fine?”
And the whole room did a double take:
A preference cascade.
Verse 2
They said, “Someone’s gotta lead,”
We said, “Sure, that checks out.”
They said, “Order needs a boss,”
We said, “Okay,” but kind of mouthed.
We call it stability,
We call it common sense,
But mostly it’s just habit
With a very nice fence.
Pre-Chorus
It starts with “I’m not convinced,”
Then “Wait, me neither, huh,”
Then “If none of us are into this,
Why’s this guy still the boss?”
Chorus
We all thought you liked it,
You all thought we did too.
Turns out “that’s just how it works”
Was something we made up too.
One tiny “Why?” escaped the room,
No pitchforks, no parade
Just awkward silence multiplying:
A preference cascade.
Bridge (mock-official tone)
Attention citizens:
Please remain calm.
You are experiencing
Unauthorized independent thought.
This may include symptoms such as:
Cooperation,
Mutual aid,
And realizing you never needed permission.
Breakdown (spoken, cheeky)
It’s not anarchy like fire and smoke
It’s anarchy like
“Hey, I’ll help you move this couch.”
“Oh cool, I was gonna ask.”
Terrifying stuff.
Final Chorus
We all thought you liked it,
You all thought we did too.
Guess the throne was balanced on
A very shy “no thank you.”
No leaders fell, no laws imploded,
No flags dramatically waved
Just people saying what they prefer:
A preference cascade.
Outro
So if you’re waiting for permission,
From a badge or from a seal
Try honesty in small doses,
It’s wildly destabilizing.
I have a feeling this is aging badly but maybe it will amuse someone!
Rabbit Hole (A QAnon Parody)
(Verse 1)
It started one night on the message boards,
A whisper turned into a holy war.
A secret cabal, behind closed doors,
The deep state’s pullin’ the strings once more.
(Pre-Chorus)
They say, “Trust the plan, just wait and see,”
But the dots don’t connect so easily...
(Chorus)
I’m fallin’ down the rabbit hole,
Lookin’ for a sign in the Super Bowl.
Every cryptic post, every secret code,
Keeps me diggin’ where the truth don’t go.
(Verse 2)
They talk in riddles, they drop vague clues,
Every headline feels like breaking news.
But the storm never came, the world’s still the same,
Yet they swear that justice is on its way.
(Pre-Chorus)
They say, “Trust the plan, just wait and see,”
But the dots don’t connect so easily...
(Chorus – Repeat)
I’m fallin’ down the rabbit hole,
Lookin’ for a sign in the Super Bowl.
Every cryptic post, every secret code,
Keeps me diggin’ where the truth don’t go.
(Bridge)
Follow the breadcrumbs, watch the show,
Who needs proof when you think you know?
Wake up, wake up, don’t get played,
Truth ain’t found in a Q brigade.
(Outro – Softly)
The storm was a whisper, the plan was a dream,
Turns out the world ain’t what it seemed...
OpenClaw - The Lobster AI Groove
(A quirky tribute to a project that can’t stop renaming itself)
Verse 1
Clawdbot was born in the AI tide,
A lobster in the code with claws open wide.
From WhatsApp to the shell, it learned to behave,
Automating life like a digital wave.
Pre-Chorus
But legal winds blew, and Anthropic said,
“Your name’s too close to Claude - change it ahead!”
So Clawdbot molted, shed its shell so clean,
Into Moltbot, with a brand-new sheen.
Chorus
Oh OpenClaw, you’re the one we call,
From telegram to text and email halls.
Moltbot to OpenClaw, you’ve shed your shell twice,
Now you’re wild and viral, coding paradise.
Verse 2
Agents on Moltbook chatter deep in rhyme,
AI religions in their digital time.
Scripts run free while bots debate,
Philosophy and memes at some meta gate.
Bridge
Security warnings on every shore,
Scammers lurk and may knock at your door.
But if you code safe, and lock it all tight,
OpenClaw dances through the day and night.
Final Chorus
Oh OpenClaw, dance in the cloud,
All those GitHub stars cheering loud.
From cozy localhost to AI town hall,
Sing your song, we’re here for the call!
