(A Dr. Seuss-ish Fable of the Gigawatt Glow)
I know it’s gonna blow!
Oh yes, I know, I know!
They’re building shiny data barns
That hum and buzz and glow!
They call it “smart investment,”
They call it “AI gold,”
But not a single nickel yet
Has jingled when it’s sold.
They spin their tales of power plants,
Of chips that crunch and chew,
But count the watts, not work they’ve done—
That’s what they brag to you!
“Oh, look!” they cry, “a billion watts!
Our grid will surely sing!”
But tell me, dear investor,
What useful thing they bring?
A watt’s not worth a widget,
A spark’s not worth a dime,
If all that juice is guzzled up
Before it learns to rhyme!
They’re burning cash like candles,
They’re stacking dreams like bricks,
They’re lighting up the PowerPoint slides
With billion-dollar tricks!
“EBITDA!” they shout aloud—
A word from dot-com lore,
“It’s profit minus what we owe—
Don’t ask us any more!”
But debts are not imaginary,
And taxes still must bite,
And when the lights go out one day,
They’ll vanish in the night.
For trees don’t grow to heaven’s door,
And wires can’t reach the moon,
And if you can’t afford the power,
Your servers hum a tune—
Of silence, dark and empty racks,
Of fans that spin no more,
Of suckers left with smoking stacks,
And bankers locking doors.
So listen close, my clever friend,
Before you join the show—
When hype outshines the kilowatt,
You know it’s gonna blow!
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