Picture a sick man in New York in the seventies
Deinstitutionalized now he's on the street
But unlike Lou Reed he has a foul proclivity
Of making death threats to everyone he sees
Call every death threat one pound of misery
That the whole world now has to carry
His problem is that he's constrained by technology
On the number of death threats he can make daily
People on the street might number eighty or ninety
He can only scrawl out a few letters daily
So while this sick man brings the world misery
He cannot shift the balance completely
We've created a monster
It's swallowing the Earth
Now picture this man in twenty nineteen
With a laptop, a browser, and a fast ISP
His quota of death threats now nears infinity
And every one another pound of misery
Millions of people can be hurt effortlessly
By just this one man, unchanged from the seventies
Let's not forget that he can now meet
Other sad sacks who think just like he
In the old days he'd never happen to see
Another like him, he had to act singly
Now he can team up, kibbutz, and compete
Working together they increase efficiency
We've created a monster
It's swallowing the Earth
"Ah but" you say to me gently and sagely
"There an opposite accounting of this tragedy
One of joy brought by others more saintly
They too are now empowered and set free
The internet brings us more of everything
Good and the bad but it balances eventually"
But one pound of joy and one of misery
Are not balanced to zero when experienced equally
So taught us Kahneman and Amos Tversky
Infinite joy doesn't negate equal agony
Fear isn't hot water that can be cooled with Icees
It's a poison take enough it'll kill us eventually
We've created a monster
It's swallowing the earth
I helped create a monster
I was at the birth
We've created a monster
We've created a monster
It's swallowing the earth