The zebras neighed appreciatively
As the keeper gave them feed,
Thinking that the keeper
Sought to fill their every need.
The keeper spread the hay around
Like he did every day
So the owners of the zoo would keep
On giving him his pay.
The owners of the zoo filled out
The keeper’s monthly check
Knowing that without him
The zoo would be a wreck.
The zebra’s didn’t know
They were a product to be used,
Nor the keeper that his purpose
Was to keep visitors amused,
But the owners knew implicitly
That if the keepers and the beasts
Learned they were important
The owners would have to stop their feasts.
So too when surfing internets
And spying on your friends
You’re given an experience
Where pleasure never ends
Not knowing that the feeding
Is to keep the product still,
To exercise no power,
And to do the keeper’s will.
That’s not to say you shouldn’t eat
But just to look and see
The reason billionaires can give
You all this stuff for free.
The Daily Travesty 