They seek their prize
We pay the price
They lined up their ducks
The ducks are now fucked
With autocorrect we’ve all been had
The prize has a price, a country gone mad
These men get bigger when we get smaller
There egos grow stronger when we get poorer
What good is their power when the world is competing
To diminish their stature. So they got to cheating.
Why did they do it? We do not know.
What’s their agenda? One day soon it may show
But the price for their hubris is not one they’ll pay
That will fall on the rest of us with interest on payday
The etonmess boarders gave us borders anew
We are the loosers or losers – who knew
That an army of misspellers could be so effective.
They will throw everything to reach their objective
The barriers to entry will keep them in charge.
The keys to the kingdom with typos writ large
Their army of fakes helped get them hear
Pretending to be human or normal minus fear.
But here is my warning
when they promise you a new age dawning.
It’s not that they want to change the world
The world changed already – haven’t you heard.
They want the control to sit in their hands.
The rogue traders of politics are just shifting the sands
It’s our house which will collapse
Whilst they’re stealing are foundations
They‘re stealing your maps So you have to staycation
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