A robot stole my job
A robot stole my job Sitting at my desk, Pushing pen, Counting to ten, Thinking when, Will the robot arrive, And drive, Me from my seat, Onto the street. I’d known since last year, The fear That my career, Would disappear, And a lump of metal, Would soon settle, A clunking bear, Clearly seen, With a touch screen, In place, Of a face The bosses think it’s great, A robot state, No minimum wage, No unions that rage, When things aren’t right Work day and night, Don’t eat, Don’t drink, Don’t think, And always in the pink, We thought that…
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