Corporate World

A poem about the corporate world. Note: I happen to love my job, but not everyone does.

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Like ants within a hive
The workers now arrive
Busy busy, work to death
No time to catch your breath

Listening to your masters' will
Discipline they will instill
And at the end of the day
You receive your meager pay

To take home and spend you must
To somehow satisfy addicted lust
For distractions that you must have
Even when your income is cut in half

Eager to return to the hive
The slave workers happily arrive
To put in another eight hours of work
Even when regarded as a mere clerk

Chomp chomp chomp away
At the work to earn your pay
If you choose to get lazy
Your future will look hazy

If you choose to buck the system
And lack the political wisdom
That it takes to play the game
To earn your fortune and fame

The masters in the corporate hierarchy
Will send your life into total anarchy.