Lamentations of a Conspiracy Geek
There's nothing hidden in the newest deal
That enters in the dawn of this New Age,
When skull-and-bone cabals are self-revealed
In friendly photos on Their new webpage.
Control aside, They “have no further plans”—
Admitting mass hypnosis via screens
And strange experiments They've built between
Our ruminations on the newest brands.
No need for global cloaks of secrecy.
Besides, we've always known we were just drones—
But stand a little startled as our clones
Regurgitate dim prefab memories
And simulations of our precious fears
Re: rising costs of gas and smokes and beers.