Robots.
With spin doctors now in full flight
we've entered a new era, a brand new age,
no need to think just follow the plan
experts will guide you through the difficult stage,
soon dear consumer, you'll see the light.
Let fashion gurus dictate you style
the colour the length where to be seen
the music you buy the games you play
who to worship from the silver screen
the latest icon, just for a while.
The media teaches us all we need know
of scandal and sport, crime and sex
who slept with who and where,
who kiss and tell just for the cheques,
depicting society as a smutty peep-show.
Mindless telly invades your home
banal boring bromide, clichéd crap
trifling trite trivia and petty pulp
sport, sex and violence always on tap,
churning your brain to a frothy foam.
Programmers with programmes you must pursue
specialists have advice you must take,
freethinking at all costs must be avoided
spontaneity is obviously a mistake
our Leader's voice the only view.
Each of us, a programmed dual-purpose robot
some to serve, some to produce,
all to function as constant consumers
our first, our last, our only use
in this cabal of cambist's insidious plot.
