(string quartet, a rising civic fanfare)And so I say to you, my weary fellow workers,in this the long cold winter of the open-plan,let us go forth, let us be bold, let us be tireless —ask not what your office gives the working manLet the word go forth, from this standing desk,to friend and foe alike, that the torch hath passed...that we shall pay any price, bear any burden...to find one bar of signal that will last(beat drops — trap, autotuned rap)Ask not what your country can do, no, noask the barista for the Wi-Fi password, let's goI will bear any burden, I will pay any costfor one bar of connection so my meeting don't get lostI crossed the whole café like it was hostile terrainfound a seat by the outlet, that's the throne of the bravethe password is on a chalkboard written cute and too smallit's the name of the shop plus a year plus a bang, that's allAsk not what your country can do, no, noask the barista for the Wi-Fi password, let's goI will bear any burden, I will pay any costfor one bar of connection so my meeting don't get lostWe choose to join this call, not because it is easy,but because my camera's off and they think that I am busy(strings return, noble and faint)and the connection... drops...
