Big Business Is Killing Me
By Reid Laurence
Thu, 24 Jun 2010
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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
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