Technology
Technology was meant to set us free
Sadly, it wasn't to be
A generation of zombies
Wasting our lives away
Poking people down invisible wires
Laughing out loud as they reply
With a 10-second video
Of a monkey drinking his own pee
Weren't we more productive
When only four channels were on the box?
In the days when watching nobodies
Go about their daily business
Was reserved for peeping toms
And the secret police
Christ could come back tomorrow
Dispensing wisdom
That would echo through the years
But nobody would be able to hear him
With white Ipod headphones
Stuck in their ears
The moral decay is well under way
When a live feed
Of bestiality
Is just a click away
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