Pleasure Machines

Is it us or them driving things where they turn 
Are you ready to say that your will does not exist? 
Am I prepared to imply that free anything appears? 
Randomness leads on, stochastically whimming 
As interpretations proliferate across every medium 
Could the message slip past in a raw form? 
It's not known, McLuhan, even as you've asserted 
Beware, the swamp is full of life but no drinkable water 
Slurp and you will be there for the rest of your Mays 
A methodical sadness contorts to say "happiness" 
While that three letter word threatens to choke you with temptation