Legalese

We sleep in houses like agreements.
The universe never signed it.
Your new device, before welcoming you
Makes you press an acceptance.
There are millions—literally millions—
Of words hammered into blocks of terms
You never read, will never hear
But may allow some monster to eat at its leisure.
No, the universe never wrote it.
I just want to make a damned call, you grumble
And wave away mosquito swarms of law.
You still have to die someday.
Universe wrote that one.
We are trying to bioengineer a good attorney.
We believe the spirit of it falls in our favor.