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They. — A spoken word poem exploring the cost of progress, corporate greed, and the disappearing human element in our modern world. From the automation of fast-food jobs to the rise of AI and the housing crisis, "They" examines the "social contract" that was never signed and the price we all pay for an endless bottom line. Key Themes: 00:00 - Automation in the workplace [00:00] 00:30 - The death of the high street [00:30] 01:29 - Corporate influence and the cost of living [01:29] 02:12 - Algorithms and Artificial Intelligence [02:12] 03:22 - The 1% and societal distractions [03:22] 04:08 - The cost of the endless bottom line [04:08] If this resonated with you, please consider sharing it. #poetry #spokenword #socialcommentary #costofliving #AI #automation #They #originalpoetry #politicalpoetry #creativewriting #modernworld They. They changed the staff in fast food places, and replaced the 'can I take your order' faces, with soulless touch screens and numbered burgers that we scoffed, and said they were just kids jobs. There’s other jobs, (Lies with no shake) They brought in zero hours as ways to live and work, just as long as you didn't need to live and work. It's a lifestyle choice (we were advised) . Who needs staff  in a clothes shop, when I know my size? They were welcomed with smiles while they built their FCs, worked the workers for miles, free shipped with ease. Then burned down the high street after we lit the fuse. But never quite managed to pay their dues. Always avoided. A convenient excuse. They swapped office juniors for shiny Teams, told us to write our office minutes in between, the stolen minutes between meetings, But hey, we're cutting waste and who needs evenings? lost in administration. They supermarket sweeped away checkouts for unexpected items in the bagging tray, Confused us into doing the part time tasks while we pay, for expensive plastic charity bags. (Tax Exemption Beep).  They decided entry level meant five years serving, and that sleeping in the office was a badge worth earning, and then when the profits piled high they frowned and burned us, as their share price rose, like flames.  They realised after COVID, they could raise the price for all we needed, 'cause they had already bought politicians while cost of living cries go unheeded, While the regulators shrug with toothless frowns. Paid off. They begged for help when they crashed in '08, but still paid bonuses and now fill their plates and they're buying houses above affordable rates, leaving us renting and ranting. Nothing owned. Everything Fee. They started Cheery Facing Books that let us see our friends, then realised that engagement made them money through their trends, and I keep my eyes closed as scroll so I'll Nozi. The algorithm is always right nowadays apparently. They now tell us what we need (Captain), are artificial friends for our daily deeds, and tasks until we teach them how we work, and then we'll join the broken line of those people, who don't work. They get upset when we object to them stealing our creations, as they screen wipe for their hungry machine and its endless machinations. It inflates their bubble, and RAM prices and the cost is far too steep. But I ask, does AI dream of electric, rustled sheep? They cleared out all the 'unskilled jobs', the ones that we would take, if life threw us a curveball, at least we still could make, our rent and build back up, but honestly that's changed. Whatever will we tell our kids when they have to face the same?  They forget when they were younger folks & life was simply cheaper, no hustles needed to stay afloat life just was slightly sweeter? But it’s not the 1%, its the immigrants and their capers. I swear to you, it must be true, they said it in the paper.  They ask us to apply with cover letter and CV, its polite and its professional ,"kind regards", not ChatGPT. But don't expect to hear from them, because you're just one of ninety three, that sent their life in PDF. Get Stuffed with courtesy. They told us it was progress, as they stripped the planet bare, Then sold us back our dignity and charged us for the air. They told us that we needed growth to keep us right on track. We'll remember that as we're putting out the fire on our backs. They made a social contract, something they never signed, and chuckled as we knuckled down & made an endless bottom line, that no one could ever spend regardless of the costs. Funny that, as it turns out in the end,  it just cost Us.   They.