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2025 No.2
A poem by Rex Tyler (rex@cooksdelight.co.uk) Source: www.cooksdelight.co.uk |
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We know there's cameras everywhere Big Brothers on our case Big Sister, sorry Mister Its now hard to keep pace You dare not scratch your buttocks Or pick your nose these days Without some blighter recording you I mean, its all the craze Sending peoples pictures into Government And getting paid and a letter full of praise Have you seen the Talking Camera's they listen and they shout Back at you,if what you do is wrong when you are out And then you will be picked up and thrown into some cell Fingerprinted, DNA'd and then sent off to Hell 17 years have passed us by The Robots are on stream The Robots make decisions The Robots joined the team And what about the workers Well what about them, they Are wearing radio collars And they sit about all day The kids are chipped as soon as they are born of course The Government tracks you everywhere you go Your photographed, Robotosized thats all you are worth Broadband came and Broadband went A bit like Planet Earth Everything is dead there and radioactive too And now we're up here on the moon and I detest the view We're living in the caverns The Robots guard us, we Must work at mining moon rock the rest is History Sometimes we sit and ponder though Of how it all went wrong 9/11, The War on Terror Climate Change, the Thong Women's Liberation,Stem Cells, Terminator GM Foods, Camola Oil and banning the vibrator! |