-- an educational allegory --
Its weary makers yawned and smiled.
“At last! Our darling’s natal morn!”
The doorbell rang, the papers dialed.
The rumor of the Data Child
was born!
They’d had to keep their project mum
amid the critics heaping scorn
and shouting children were no sum,
that raw statistics could not plumb
the human horn -
that cornucopia of love,
of hope, of symboled rose and thorn.
But edicts fell from high above,
delivered by a soulless dove.
Some called it Data Porn!
Its makers crawled before the press,
although their rags were soiled and torn
and clothed corruption’s stinking mess.
They quickly grabbed a priest to bless
the beast and have its foreskin shorn.
The cameras readied for the show
as deeds were signed and oaths were sworn.
The cords were pulled from down below,
revealing an absurd tableau:
They’d placed their cart before a unicorn!