Growl and grunt of the old dead
Returning to work since those
Who died yesterday think death
Excuses them from hard labor.
For convenience a punch clock
Has been installed. The old dead
Don't trust things that beep; they prefer
Things that clack. We've come to work;
We're leaving work now. Because they must,
They work with computers but they
Have taught one to think like an abacus
And set another to telling fortunes.
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