I'm tired of political correctness. I'm tired of listening to people try to say, Why they get time off this week: Winter break, Winter holiday, If you can't say it's Christmas, You can work on the twenty--fifth.
Knights wore their armor, Others wore chain mail. Adventurers wore pith helmets, Cowboys wore variations Of the sombrero. Soldiers wore a variety of hats, Depending on the occasion Capitalists wore a variety of hats from bowel to fedora, Gramps wore straw hats And feed store caps. I wear a baseball cap, With the logo of my favorite team, Who work to entertain me.
Cubes, Blocks in a room, Cubicles, Human resources, Human capital, Interchangeable parts. Cube Work eight hours, Unplug, Log off, And left. To go home, To cubicles, To spouse units, Child units, Pet units, Family units. Until the lights dim, Log off, Power down, And get up to do it again.
2020 Time to begin Again. Address book, Day planner, Paper and pen. No more Zeroes and ones, Hand to book, Hand to hand Living color, From the shadows.