Each day I labor away
sometimes, however, I am filled with angst
can the Republic really be saved?
The man said that stars twinkle
his son goes on to the telescope
with a group of scientists, they mingle
Soon lasers and phasers beam to Mars
it was all due to day-to-day labor
in attempts to escape this farce
That human built and machines rule
it is precariously holding
onto the logic of George Boole
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