You slowly wake up, day after day

The weather’s really great, wish it would stay

And with a tap of a few buttons, it is suddenly so

Just how far can They take this, how far can it go?

Artificial rain, artificial friends

Thanks to Microsoft, you keep up with the trends

The money’s fake, the jobs aren’t real

But since you own nothing, what more can They steal?

Well, you still have your soul, your heart, your mind

So long as you do what They say, they will be “kind”

Another day here in utopia, it’s just so grand

Until achievement fatigue sets in, then, it’s bland

But we gave up all our freedoms, our rights, our voice

From now on, under technocommunism, we have no choice

Illegal to rise up, all criticism crushed

The AI version of Mussolini “himself” looked at Them and blushed

And so, with all soul in the world gone

I’ll drink another fake beer, on my AI-created lawn.