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.
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