Oh, honestly, did you not read the colony policy

That defines you as company property

That waivers your say in autonomy

The conglomerate’s got you in lock and key

We put the “dollar” back into “idolatry”

If you’re upset, you can rent an apology

We are a family government forged in bureaucracy

No “I” in “team” but there’s “con” in “economy”

Were you expecting adventure

Were you hoping for fun

My friend, you’re indentured

And pleasure’s exempt from your tenure

So venture back down to your slum

That’s provided at generous prices

Your worth is determined by your sacrifices

A small term of service when down on the surface

Internment’s a freebie that comes with the purchase

(the fine print by the Stupendium)