OH I have loved my fellow-men —
and lived to learn they are neither fellow nor men
but machine-robots.
Oh I have loved the working class
where I was born,
and lived to see them spawn into machine-robots
in the hot-beds of the board-schools and the film.
Oh how I loved the thought of thoughtful people
gentle and refined,
and lived to find out
that their last thought was money
and their last refinement bluff, a hate disguised,
and one trapped one’s fingers in their brassy, polished works!