Sweet & Sour

You are our master,
We yearned to be drones;
Stringless we dreamed
For your light on our phones.
You gave us scant minutes
To rise from our beds,
As we answered your summons
Splashing sleep from our heads.
Oh trim-bearded wonder,
Now we dance to your tune,
You critique our assignments,
Mark us down all too soon.
Our numbers diminish
As you winnow our bombast,
Chop with scything dyspeptic
To pick one at long last.
Orchestrating debasement,
Redefining "elite",
Your name may be saccharine,
Yet you're more sour than sweet.