Enslaved?

I already know my place
within this world of ours
I know tis now technology
That holds all the powers

My phone demands attention
With a soft vibrating hum
My laundry is demanding
Singing to me it is done

By beeps and shrills and warbling
Their commands us enslave
I leap at once upon my feet
Summoned by microwave

I thought these things were once designed
To serve the needs of humankind
Instead, it seems that now we find
We must obey their calls

E.M. Swift-Hook

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