So much depends on waking up
And knowing you have woken up.
It’s commomer to open eyes
To manufactured dreamy lies
Repeated everywhere you see,
By reinforcing shame and fear
With ads unnaturally clear,
We steal your powers to question, doubt,
Your time and space to figure out
The things you have, the things you need,
Penumbras of your growing greed.
We call this theft a service done
To help you choose our chosen one,
Thus freeing up your precious hours
That you can spend on watching stars
Who twinkle on your OLED screens
And show you all your neighbours’ dreams.