You were born, and you moved and wanted.
But what you wanted, left them all haunted.
You had dreams, but they were rearranged.
They were unproductive, you were manged.
They plugged you in and sat you down.
A system saw value in a child’s frown.
They say, “a serious world with a serious task.”
What is it? Who knows! Please don’t ask!
You became a product to make products.
To go over numbers, sheets, and audits.
Given a reward, you were programmed to get.
So that you become a sad, stupid pet.
Go through the pleasure belt and don’t think.
Can’t you see life is just an achievement kink?
There is no fault, though it seems lots and lots.
After all, it is just robots making robots.
What were the dreams you had as a child?
Back when you weren’t yet trained to be so mild.
Do you have any dreams that are still your own?
Or only the ones they gave on profitable loan?
Just get to the top, prance and preen.
Yes, this is the nature of the machine.
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