They will take it away
Whittle it down
To the point
Where spell check
Is the only way to spell correct
Where Google
Is the real arbitrator of truth
And the words, lazy on our tongues
Cling to the warm recesses of our mind
Un-rebellious
Forever happy
Easy
Easier, still
No hurdles to jump
No trees to climb
Hail,
The obedient citizens of our Earth
No wrong
No unpleasantries
All good and fine