Wednesday, August 15, 2007

You're Fired

Here’s your pink slip
We’re letting you go
A robot replaced you
Didn’t you know

Younger people
We’ve chosen to hire
Those who are old
We have to fire

We had to downsize
Your job’s gone away
It’s now overseas
And there to stay

The company’s bankrupt
The boss was a crook
And pension funds
Of course he took

Your job has ended
No need to be said
The towers collapsed
Your colleagues are dead

By, Randee Saber 8/15/07