Old ZoneA Poem by John10
Old Zone
With back office mo' jobs for blow jobs And traditional leg up leg overs The cubicles kept to the rhythm With clacking of thousands of typewriters Their work is now done by computers And nobody knows what they're spouting The gesture of spare parts is chilling With a million machines set to counting. © 2020 John |
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Added on July 24, 2020 Last Updated on July 25, 2020 Author |