Here here look! The monkey and his tool!
Bound to innovate by instinct,
Evolving slowly to become that fool,
Who would drive his fellow mate extinct.
Made to Manufacture without known cost,
The tool has more say than this bearer,
The nail of facts pin his mind to be lost,
His own Hand to him could not be dearer.
Here here see! the future of Technocracy!
The simplest vision of a complex fool,
Where instruments compensate for idiocy,
While that monkey duly worships a tool.