I asked Chat-GPT to, “write a poem about how pointless it is to estimate software tasks”

The Estimator's Lament

We gather 'round with charts and tools,

To guess the time, like well-trained fools.

We break it down, piece by piece,

Hoping the chaos somehow will cease.

But numbers lie, and plans deceive,

What once seemed clear, we now misbelieve.

For in the code, where logic twists,

Our estimates fade like morning mists.

We say "a day," but weeks go by,

"Just a sprint," we softly lie.

The hours stretch, the tasks expand,

Beyond the reach of our careful hand.

Why do we pretend to know the end,

When each new bug's a curve to bend?

In software’s wild, uncharted sea,

No map or time can guarantee.

So let us code, let flow the mind,

Leave the clocks and charts behind.

For in this dance of ones and zeros,

No one can count the unsung heroes.

To estimate is to chase the wind,

A futile game we never win.

Embrace the journey, trust the flow,

And where it leads, we’ll never know.

Chat-GPT knows what I am talking about.