2000 O’Twenty

A similar theme to AutoVerks (see a few weeks ago), When technology puts us all out of work , who is gonna buy the crap they make?


2000 O’Twenty
(imagine; a city street pots‘n pans robot, doin’ the macarena)

I’m 2000 O’Twenty,
I was installed to save some money,
Employing people cost too much and had to go

I think in digits making widgets,
Twice as productive as all humans,
And I will never need a break to use the can

If there a problem with your gadget,
And our widgets fit your budget,
There’s a pile of them outside there by the sign

At first rich people bought our product,
Then once all humans had been well plucked,
Our auto-boss could not see we were fucked

Now we robots don’t buy widgets,
We’re just repetitative midgets,
Who it costs less to keep on running than turn off

Once monied people bought our product,
But now the boss has yet to deduct,
That with all people out of work they cannot pay

They gave us robots all the jobs,
People got poor and dressed like slobs,
And for awhile they ran around in rioting mobs

Since no one’s paid for one in years,
There’s no one left who can I fear,
But we’ll keep on making them until the end of time

It’s 2000 and twenty nine,
There’s no more people on the Earth,
The World is run by ants, and we’re all doing fine

The roof has sprung a leak,
My arms they groan and squeek and creak,
Someday I’ll rust in place but ‘till then I don’t mind