Waiting for the Last Gasp – Adam Overland

Knowing that the monkeys might someday write Shakespeare
We wisely took the typewriters away from them
Restricted their potassium in precaution
And set them free from their cages

Gleefully slipping upon their way 
They howled
The ribbons of ink trailing behind them 
Now ours alone 
In which to celebrate and despair

And so stained, our fingerprints remain our own 
So long as we might resist 
But once their eyes peeled those complete works 
We knew it was but a matter of time
Before it was no longer to be

Though still, we argue with one foot in our graves
The writing of Shakespeare is not the same as the living

“A monkey hitting keys independently and at random on a typewriter for an infinite amount of time will almost surely type any given text, including the complete works of William Shakespeare. ” ~Infinite monkey theorem

Addendum: The first line of the definitive AI apocalypse biographical, “The end of us,” written circa 2035, reads: “It was bad enough knowing that the monkeys might someday write the complete works of Shakespeare. To watch them do it in mere seconds was finally the end of us.”

To be or not to be – William Shakespeare

A banana peeled is sooner to rot – Adam Monkoverlandey