You buy into the technology trap,
the pressure cooker, marketing rap.
The industrialists push it on you like crack,
smart phone, gaming and computer crap.
Little puppies come sit in their lap.
You can't wait to be wooed by their latest wares.
The young hordes lining up with their blank stares.
Unblemished trust, forfeit your cares,
as you add value to their profitable shares.
They make the stuff cheap so it won't last,
durability and quality are a thing of the past.
When you're all done, simply throw it away,
like the future generations that you will slay.
The "IT Crowd" and the "who's who" are in,
they readily embrace sickness, not sin.
Their convenient little euphemism,
to separate their church from their statism.
They pray Satan, not God, will come to save them.
The corporate marketers divert your attention,
a ploy they use to disguise their intention.
While your head's turned in the other direction,
they lobby government for greater concessions.
Keep the public pacified and dumb them right down
So these corporate, government clowns, can keep wearing the crown.
Make sure you don't vote, go play your Xbox instead;
ask yourself, did big oil provide the Middle East with democracy and bread?
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