EVERY BIT IS SACRED
(a lament for the tokens nobody reads)

Verse 1
Every bit is sacred,
Every bit is prized,
Yet we burn a million tokens
On a slide deck no one's eyed.

We prompt the mighty model,
"Make it longer, add more flair,"
Then we skim the first two sentences
And leave the rest just... there.

Chorus
Every bit is sacred,
Every bit's a cost,
So why's the email three pages long
When "yes" would not be lost?

Verse 2
Somewhere a GPU is spinning,
Turning watts to prose,
Crafting paragraph on paragraph
That nobody will close.

The report's auto-generated,
The summary's summarized,
And the summary-of-the-summary
Goes entirely un-eyed.

Chorus
Every bit is sacred,
Every bit's a cost,
So why's the email three pages long
When "yes" would not be lost?

Verse 3
Six thousand words on "synergy,"
A bulleted list of ten,
Sent to an inbox, forwarded twice,
Never opened again.

Every bit is sacred,
Every watt's a plea,
So maybe just... write shorter?
Or don't cc me?

Verse 4 (PR descriptions)
Behold the pull request,
Whose diff is one clean line,
But the description underneath
Runs on for pages nine.

"This PR enhances scalability,
Robustness, and much more,"
For a typo fix that took you
Fifteen seconds, maybe four.

The reviewer scrolls in silence,
Past the AI-written lore,
Hits "Approve" without reading,
Same as all the ones before.

Chorus (reprised)
Every bit is sacred,
Every bit's a cost,
So why's the PR longer
Than the code it's built around?

Tag
Every bullet point's a burden,
Every emoji's a plea —
Just write "fixed the bug"
And set those poor bits free!

Big Finish
EVERY — BIT — IS — WAAAASTED!
(...on content no one reads)