Dear planned obsolescence,
Oh, planned obsolescence,
I get it’s not your fault
No, you weren’t born this way,
You made a choice,
And you chose yourself.
To be honest, I get it,
But I realize now,
The only ones who fall for you Are those insecure or simply manipulated.
Why do military trucks, Tanks, garbage trucks, mail trucks, And other essential tools
Still rely on older tech?
Why push new models each year Tech that’s less reliable, More prone to failure, And doesn’t last as long as the old?
Yet priced higher.
Oh, planned obsolescence,
The games you play are clever
We can’t beat you,
No, it’s far too late.
But I see it now
You will destroy yourself.