The Orator To The Schadenfreude

it is addressed thusly:
A thought.
it reads:
I beseech you, try not to smile --
I know the habit it's become
Listen to my words awhile
If you can bear to listen some;
A strangeness has from it emerged
Grin to forget your present woes
Even while your spirit knows
How machine and man converged;
In a machine-mask of a style
A face to conceal both guilt and guile
Bear up then the gritting urge --
I beseech you! Try not to smile.

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