Analysis of Robot’s curse

The website doth solicit of me a task nefarious,
A quixotic undertaking in which I must engage,
To attest my humanity, and dispel the notion that I am automaton,
A task that leaves my psyche to bemoan.

For what is humanity, but a ephemeral phenomenon?
A mere simulacrum, in a realm of affliction,
The task, a bitter aftertaste it doth engender,
A reminder of our fleeting existence.

For though I am but flesh, blood and bone,
This simplistic gesture doth my worth obviate,
A symbol of the world's great enigma,
And the futility of the human plight.

But still I click, for to be recognized,
As human in the digital epoch,
Is worth the feeling that is stigmatized,
And in this task, my time doth disengage.

So let the website have its way,
And I, my humanity shall portray,
But in this act, I cannot help but say,
That all is vain, and nothing more, each day.