The technopoly monopoly is upon me

Taking my had

Guiding me into the dark closets of life

In the back rooms

Where no one can hear me scream

As lucid as a dream

Waiting for the sight to see

Buying it all sight unseen

The robots will blister our foreheads

With repeated lines of incredulity

Spoke softly

But then acutely take us out

Shove in the closet and get out

So we are left dark and alone

Spooning out the cream of food

Left to nourish our bones