Matt Morgan (Comedian) - E1: Re-Tethered Souls poem lyrics

In this lost tunnel of nonsense, Who knows where the future lies? To whose awoken ego do we now listen? On whose voice do we rely? Enter such kings & queens of chat, Where life is edited on the fly, Harpo controls above the armholes, But pedicures cannot lie, Yet who pushes our own bu*tons? When the robots control our clicks, The system's coma waggles all our ta**els, For every tock & every tick, Look beyond the apparent dual nature, To the rule of three: Where one believes, And the other disbelieves, Under the watch of the one who sees,