

Oh, honestly, did you not read the colony policy
That defines you as company property
That waivers your say in autonomy
The conglomerate’s got you in lock and key
We put the “dollar” back into “idolatry”
If you’re upset, you can rent an apology
We are a family government forged in bureaucracy
No “I” in “team” but there’s “con” in “economy”
Were you expecting adventure
Were you hoping for fun
My friend, you’re indentured
And pleasure’s exempt from your tenure
So venture back down to your slum
That’s provided at generous prices
Your worth is determined by your sacrifices
A small term of service when down on the surface
Internment’s a freebie that comes with the purchase
(the fine print by the Stupendium)

ok I’m not gonna delve into this
just let it go