Wednesday, April 6, 2011

The Cubicle Farm From 9 to 5

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Cluck like the chicken you are,

Sitting in your coop.

Oink like the pig that you are,

Rolling in your own poop.

Cluck your orders with false authority,

You’re just full of shit

Oink your disdain with false sincerity,

Laughs abound, you’re a hit

 

Old McDonald had a cubicle farm

And in it is you.

The animal sounds you bray and bark

Can’t hide what is true

E-I-E-I-Ohhh it’s such a sad state

You don’t know or care

You want to farm, to change your fate

But you’re just a skank-old mare

 

Moo like the cow you are

Milked for all your worth

Nay like the goat you are

Eating your own shirt

Moo your sense of security

As false as it be

Nay your willingness to sell out

Keep it away from me

 

Old McDonald had a cubicle farm

And in it is you.

Regurgitating your stomach contents,

Cuds of lies to chew

You can’t be the farmer

Man can’t be saddled

You’ll never be the farmer

Cause you’re the cattle.