|Big Business Is Killing Me (standard:poetry, 99 words)|
|Author: Reid Laurence||Added: Jun 25 2010||Views/Reads: 1446/0||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|How many of us are CEO's? How many are busy on their yachts right now, too busy to talk... too busy to solve problems we're left to contend with?|
Undersea And out of sight Robots work To render light To our dismay To our delight Their screaming lasts All through the night But time goes on And though we pray There's naught to do And naught to say The monster's greed Cannot be quell And damage burn An all new hell Their money talks But we cannot And dig my grave By work robot Enslave me too To line a pocket Take this picture 'Side this locket Everlasting Don't forget her All her work Defy disaster All of that Must negate this To challenge them In righteous bliss Tweet
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