Run by robots and commercial fools

There is a place that we’re going to,

Run by robots and commercial fools

We run like sheep for the utter creeps

Fill in internet boxes, we’re penned in,

by wolves and monsters

 

Our value downgraded,

we’re merely commercial companies compost

fodder for the internet bullies

Who write who we are,

but our good names they sully

 

Need escape and to evade

The crass commercial and the internet inane

need to remove, the blabber of fools

Crass internet Inane

They’ll huff and they’ll puff and they’ll blow our house down