The Office of the Gods

The Office of the Gods:

If you seek help press one,

Acquaintance, two,

But if you just want to talk then take a number

We are rather busy up here sorting the corpses.

We get shipments every day,

Men, women, children… more men

They tend to wage war more than the rest of ‘em.

We see it in their smiles; the sport must be fairly antic.

You should see ‘em though; enemies come in the same boxes,

And here we are trying to sort them from each other

You know it’s impossible to tell the difference,

They are all the same design we sent last fall,

Just commodities I guess you’ve sent back to us.

These lives on recall, will it stop?

And I hope your sorting out the warranty, that’s nasty business,

The management will have our heads.

You know someday they will file the returns all on the computer,

Yup, that’ll be the day, sit back and relax,

Scan in the freight, and just watch the numbers rise.