The Graveyard Shift

A poem about when my company's jobsite faced a protest by environmentalists - enjoy!

Being made to squirm,
Because the naturists affirm, 
Bluntly called a worm,
And not the greatest firm… 

No blinkin’ Tom Sawyer,
But some mean, old destroyer;   
But a very big employer,
So you won’t need a lawyer.   

But when the activists blare,
And those protesters glare,
Who are those having to care,
For the people out there?

Our proud company's gift
Is providing folks a huge lift,
Meanwhile, we must sift,
Through this unlucky, <blank> rift... 

So humanity’s trouble
Is we don't live in a bubble – 
All must turn to rubble
So that an insect can double.