Scream murder!

There goes another.



As you fake,

There’s nothing at stake.


Except your soul;

Now enrolled

In their pension plan,

Their ‘yes you can’.

Sold your life;


Opportunities rife,

In that job you hated.



March on, drone!

Work you dead to the bone.



When you’re broke,

And your bones are a joke.


Skeletal systems;

You’ll not miss them:

Tear out your spine,

Your arm will do fine –

Adapt or you’ll die;

There’s a queue waiting,

Eager watching you try –

Fangs anticipating.

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