Shall I compare ours to a fascist state?
Our spycraft dwarfs whatever'd come before.
As Orwell wrote in 1948,
we've doomed ourselves to '1984'.
In every pocket, there's a spy device;
each traffic-cam's connected to a screen.
An algorithm tallies who's been nice,
and who's the balky cog in this machine.
The president prefers an autocrat,
who freely lavishes emoluments
pretending not to notice he's so fat,
he seems to have consumed the government.
Enlightenment's bright stab at something new's
corrupted to the plaything of the Few.
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