Unobtrusively you stare
from the low end of walls;
hidden behind furniture,
you peek at the surroundings.
I turn you on with a simple click
and watch you slavishly work
to please me,
at a big price, nonetheless.
You keep a low profile
and store canals of underground cities
below the very floor.
Wired and electrified you wait
for the next power cut to illuminate
the power of the socket.
You muahaha as you watch
the panic, the disarray
of the darker version of life.
A very clever and witty poem…it was fun to read.