“Well,” he said. “That was easy.”
The world’s a mess, and I just need to rule it.
- Dr. Horrible’s Sing-Along Blog
He carefully drew up his scheme
Wouldn’t dare to place trust in a team
Moving pieces to place
Never showing his face
For years it was only a dream
The coup was a tour de force
To take over every resource
With the world’s information
At his dispensation
(He works at Google, of course.)
Nations didn’t know what hit ’em
No defense against this algorithm
Installed as the boss
Of world profits and loss
They had no choice but to admit him
Ruled without confines or shame
Dictatorship even in name
And all went okay
(Well, at least some would say)
Till the zombie apocalypse came…
And then he just kinda lost control, because, you know, zombies.
First “poem” inspired by “HIV Infection From Machine of Death Needle” (Brian Quinlan) from the anthology Machine of Death.
EDIT: Due to the random firings of my mind, the second poem is now also a song.
Part of Poem-a-Day 2014. Title donated by Flora L.