Swizz in aFancy box.Ninety-nine pounds,Ninety-nine.You told me I wasBuying shares in theWorld’s future.You didn’t tell me I wasSelling my own.
For years I believedYour binary logic,Off or on,No in between.
Then came thePower Cut.Inconvenience.And suddenly,In the dark,I was able to see again.Next time you tryTo rule meI know I will succeed over you,Because I have thePower to turn you off.
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