The machine

Are you free or controlled by technology?

On the phone a cold machine

No curtesy lacking apology

just an algorithmic routine

 

An imitated voice of humanity

driven by its own mechanical goal

seducing our indolence and vanity

its end ultimate control

 

We suffer an addiction of reliance

Development still embryonic

we never question our compliance

drunk over supper powers electronic

 

Subtle in deceit

it offers comfort and ease

taking our past winnings it will cheat

future development it does freeze

 

A god we created now controls us

created artificial bliss and pleasure

Its power we are unable to discuss

a delusional Midas like treasure

 

Thoughts controlled emotions too

Tomorrow governing when we make love or go to the latrine

following a life form new

only allowed to love the machine