the perfect death machine

our iPad babies learned to code

The perfect death machine

It runs on dreams and microbeads

And leaded gasoline

What to fix and who to kill

is subject to discussion

Compromises made

Another object of destruction

Everyone has shared the post

But none have cared to read it

A like a day from everyone

These numbers are my dinner

When the server crashes

Who will educate the masses?

How will you get food to eat

Before the hour passes?