HOW THIS WORKS IS...
If you've got a society on the skids,
the way to solve is by words: be sure
to change the nomenclature, and you
can solve the problems. Legislatures
do it all the time. Throw up shitty,
slave-bound warehouses, fill them
with crap, and call Amazon a job.
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The smarmy low-lives will flock, and
say they're working - oh, they'll all
complain about conditions and noise
and wages and hours, But so what.
They're nothing but useful lemmings.
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As one goes, so does the other : computer
clicks, conveyors, and hand-held scanners
to detect the right 'picks' from miles of
metal shelves. The frilly, fuzzy slippers,
the camera-lens boxes, all in a row.
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Like some Carteret, in a bloody nightmare,
the truck roads will bring you there. And
they expect people to live, too. Fifteen and
a half acres of narrow swamp - named
after some drunken parakeet no one knows.
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On the bay nearby, running from Bayonne
to Amboy Point, watch the big cargo ships
roll in : trinkets and garbage and junk, while
the old men sit at Sewaren Bay, to
watch oil tankers roll away.
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