Corporate Wasteland

Soon, we will live in a world where

We can get everything from home

And do everything we want

From the sofa cushions

Because the living room is

No longer just the living room

It is also a workplace,

Doctor’s office, classroom

Gym, cinema, jail

Everything can be ordered online

Stamped and shipped in plastic

From China and Bangladesh

(But forsake plastic straws in our Cokes!)

You can order a week’s worth of food,

Or a wedding dress, or a new cat

Or tires, or even sex

At the click of an app

A touch of the keys

Soon, we will live in a world where

Robots will drive us, feed us, calm us

As if we haven’t learned anything

From decades of sci-fi prophecies

Robots will take all the jobs

From truck driver to waiter

We won’t know if we’re chatting

With a person filled with heart or oil

That will be the peak of efficiency

May we ask ourselves…

What then?

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