Factories - Slow Gherkin

I feel the steam of the thunderous trains

The I-beam rivers pour life down the drain

Assembly lines churn out cars just like rabbits

We think they’ll give us time, but we just can’t have it

My diet furthers the workingman’s plight

I feed the system with every bite

The field worker--well, he’s still around

But soon they’ll program androids to pick Brussels sprouts

Sometimes I dream of a world that does not gleam

The lights of industry grow dim

I want to tear the factory down and let the boiler rust

I feel the tension rolled up like a spool

Locked in the grid of a bright steno pool

Mountains of documents are eating you--you're overwhelmed

Are you a human being or just another Versatell?

I hear the hum of the integrated circutry

It’s growing stronger, and it’s sucking out my memory

Data files: They simply can’t make sense of me

Have we evolved or is this just eternal entropy?