While you were preoccupied, I stole into your home
You never noticed what I took even when I’d been and gone
I confiscated basic things, the ones that you’d ignored
And you were just so busy, I was not overheard
While sat before the TV, you did not see me there
And, if you had, would you have done a thing to show you cared
I don’t believe that you deserve to own the things withdrawn
For you were quite oblivious to what was going on
Distracted as you were by ice, by factors x and y
You have no right to now complain, to wring your hands and cry
So what, if now, you note they’re gone and want and need them there
I took them for my own ends and, quite frankly, I don’t care
I hold those things you thought were yours; your freedoms and your rights
Uninsured, no guarantee when unguarded out of sight
If you had raised your eyes, but once, beyond an oblong screen
How different might your future be, you might have looked and seen
That I am here, I’m always here, to steal the things you need
My raison d’etre: money, power; to satisfy my greed
Another chance? A do-over? A more attentive you?
Too late, too bad, you did not fight. You know my words are true.
Now here I stand instead of you, your rights crushed in my hand
Corruption rules, you did not move to fight nor make a stand
Escapades on gogglebox became reality
Back to your box
Or resist remote
Tune-out controlled TV