The ± Factors All the world's a mashup!

All the world's a mashup!

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Slightly rewritten, but quite entertaining.

All the world's a mashup,
And all the companies merely players:
They have their exits and their entrances;
And one company in its time plays many parts,
Its acts being seven ages. At first the idea,
Mewling and puking in the innovator's arms.
And then the whining investor stage, with its satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the seed,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to its mistress' eyebrow. Then implementor,
Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the corporation,
In fair round belly with good capon lined,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so it plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slipper'd mature market,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side,
Its youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
For its shrunk shank; and its big corporate voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.

Thanks Shakespeare for "As you like it". You can find the original text here.

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