Did this for a AI Art group full of trolls. I am in a lot of AI forums and groups in social media.
The Cutting Edge (But Really Stone)
In a cave far away, under stars shining bright,
The cavemen sat puzzled, by flickering light.
No fire here now, but something more strange,
They gathered round rocks in a science-y range.
Grug scratched his head, Ugg stared in a daze,
Looking at symbols, in futuristic haze.
“Me think this ‘quark’ too small to see,
Me rather smash boulder! Science, not for me!”
Trog, the thinker, with rocks in a row,
Said, “Time not straight, it wiggle, you know?”
The others just blinked, no clue what was said,
“Maybe just stick to hunting instead.”
Zog played with numbers, a curious thing,
Mumbled of fractals, and chaos they’d bring.
“A flux in the fractal,” he tried to explain,
But got stuck on the concept of digital brain.
“We need brawn, not brainwave, to make sense of it all,
This ‘quantum entangle’ just make Zog fall.”
So they huddled together, sticks in their hand,
Tried hard to measure with rocks and some sand.
In the end, they went back to what they knew best,
Drawing big mammoths, and taking a rest.
Science, it seems, was too far ahead,
For cavemen who liked smashing instead!