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We’re so flattered, doesn’t matter, and no one reminds us That we will be eternally, right where they can find us.

Salaried has come to mean you’re theirs week ends and nights. They predicted, you’re addicted, and by God they were right.
Cause everytime it calls us, we grab for it to see, Who is there, and what they want, we just can’t let it be.

Workers compensation needs a new directive; That pays us all to be on call, if that is what’s expected.
When lesser jobs go round the clock, they add a shift and staff; But we’re told that our time’s our own; exactly when is that?

When phones had cords, they went ignored, while everyone went home! Technologys a Trojan horse, we’re no longer alone.
Where we go and what we buy, the movies that we see; Belong to corporate history, and youre an entity.
Day or night, you’ve lost your right to own your privacy.

Perhaps like vapes its gonna take a fake phone to inspire; A disconnect we dont suspect. A addicts pacifier.
If time is money, where’s yours honey? Speaking corporately: They won’t pay us, and so say us, we will work for free. [comments] => 3 [counter] => 185 [topic] => 56 [informant] => softerware [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => sarcasticpoetry ) Your Poetry Dot Com - Walkie-Talkie


Walkie-Talkie
Date: Thursday, 25th July 2019 @ 07:26:17 PM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: softerware
How we love our cellphones, such amazing perks! Technology, completely free, courtesy of work!
We’re so flattered, doesn’t matter, and no one reminds us That we will be eternally, right where they can find us.

Salaried has come to mean you’re theirs week ends and nights. They predicted, you’re addicted, and by God they were right.
Cause everytime it calls us, we grab for it to see, Who is there, and what they want, we just can’t let it be.

Workers compensation needs a new directive; That pays us all to be on call, if that is what’s expected.
When lesser jobs go round the clock, they add a shift and staff; But we’re told that our time’s our own; exactly when is that?

When phones had cords, they went ignored, while everyone went home! Technologys a Trojan horse, we’re no longer alone.
Where we go and what we buy, the movies that we see; Belong to corporate history, and youre an entity.
Day or night, you’ve lost your right to own your privacy.

Perhaps like vapes its gonna take a fake phone to inspire; A disconnect we dont suspect. A addicts pacifier.
If time is money, where’s yours honey? Speaking corporately: They won’t pay us, and so say us, we will work for free.

This poem is Copyright © softerware


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