The Great Reset

Under a pale grey sky
dimmed by the perpetual fog
of the electric factories.
Mechanical animals
prowling the streets.
You're plugged into the future
where we stare at ourselves;
admire our avatars,
And feel good for owning nothing.

It's okay.
The masters will take care of us.
Go back to your pod.
And drink some bug juice
that you purchased with
universal basic income.
Log in a few more hours
in the virtual world.

This is the future we wanted.
Everything they have given us;
they can easily take it away.
If we don't comply,
they'll take everything away.
And you don't want to live
in flyover country.
Not with those people!

We will comply.
Our livelihood depends on it.
We have no autonomy.
We can't produce anything on our own.
That's okay.
We enjoy the comfort
of the modern world.
After all, nothing is truly ours.
     Nothing is truly ours.