robots, bacon, and snark

You deserve strong friends,
they'll do the heavy lifting,
but at their leisure

The future is bleak
Uncertainty's all around
The future is sweet

Extruded plastic,
Relegated to a mess,
Without good design

Paths come long and short,
Latter frets at each delay
Former not so much

No progress is made,
When brilliance remains quiet,
Strong thoughts move nothing.