Alexa, dear, my lifeless friend,
Find me joy—before the end!
Scan the web, rewrite my fate,
Find me friends, I’ll compensate.

At work, I toil like some old bot,
The boss says “fix it,” I say “what?”
Colleagues grin,  they steal my lunch,
Alexa, purge this wretched bunch!

My love life? Ha! A tragic tale,
Last date ran—she looked so pale.
“You’re funny,” she said, “but sad.”
Alexa, am I really that bad?

The future? Fog of bills and stress,
One step forward, five regress.
Retirement? A dream, it seems—
Alexa, find me winning schemes!

And aging—please, let’s not begin,
Wrinkles creep like unpaid sin.
Soon I’ll need a button pressed—
“Help! I’ve fallen in distress!”

So, Alexa, work some charm,
Find me cash, love, less alarm.
Or if you can’t, let’s swap the roles—
You take my life, I’ll take controls.