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
