AI ruined the Easter raffle

No point playing the raffle

For the jellybeans in a jar

When you have a neural implant

That exactly scans the number

Trivia nights are out

With your encyclopaedic programming

What's the point of hide-and-seek

With enhanced thermal imaging

There's benefit to bridge the pathways

That control our ambulation

It's fine that you'll replace the milk

With a blink for online acquisition

But if a friend shares their excitement

At a book you must read

And you input it in real time

There really is no need

The joy of the unknown is lost

When you're synched with a cloud

You'll be a hive-mind know-it-all

No mysteries to shroud

It won't help you write poetry though

Or other purviews of the dreamers

Despite the algorithmic outputs

You create with other streamers

It won't enhance your wonder

When, in a moment, pausing,

You feel a sunbeam on your face

And the peace of thinking nothing

You'll have all the information

In the servers' collection

Immediately to mind

But what of your reflection?