Big Brother is Steve Jobs

Ironically enough, I don't entirely believe the sentiment in this poem. But it's late, and I needed a poem.

The world is worried sick of any firm
United in observing us.  Alas,
I fear the world has given reason pass
In fearing the observing.  Though the germ
Of tyranny is hidden in the ways
Of any corporation large enough
To function as a government, the rough
Conspiracies we draw may any phase
Of reason, worry-free, too quickly pass
In favor of a panic.  Never fear.
A corporation’s life is hidden here
Beneath consumers’ money, and, alas,
There’s not a chance they’d push away the men
And women buying Google once again.