When The Job Got Done

There was a TIME AND PLACE
where work got done.
People were lined up in small cubicles
Sitting in the cubicles they all stared at small screens
Staring at the screens they worked efficiently and to a small cost
for the corporation.
The workers only demanded that in return they would have peace.
Peace is for losers.

War is so much more fun - just ax my tummy.
My tummy hurts and I Feel Queasy.
QUEASY!

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