©1987 Tim Burke
An excerpt from an old song, glorying in the joys
of being a small cog in the Great Wheel of Capitalism
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verse 1
Each and every morning
I awaken to my rooster buzzing.
Spring from bed just like a toaster --
Brand new work day, must be rushing.
Stride into the shower
Strip me clean of all my dreams.
Over Instant Breakfast
Ponder new efficiency schemes.
chorus
Tote that pad and lift that pen
Haul that briefcase, company men.
Man your workstations and shuffle
Onward, upward.
Grease us, oil us
We're part of the engine --
Got to plug in.
Help the wheel turn smoothly
Keep it spinning, grinding.
verse 2
Like other office soldiers
I must hasten to beat the clock.
One must get there early
One must carefully take stock.
Pencils and erasers
Paperclips and runnerbands --
These the arms that fortify
Every company man.
verse 3
Onward office soldiers
Lead us on into the fray.
Spindle, process, collate
Through another glorious day!
Busy hands are happy hands
And mine are overjoyed
Just to keep this train a whistlin'
On into the void.