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In the future To get a job You will have to go On a game show To show the viewing public What you’ve got And why you deserve it Above the other contestants Vying for the same job There will be tension and tears Pinned hopes and fears As the voting public decides Who will win? And if you are chosen You will have to show Just how grateful you are Like on the X-Factor From those picked by Cheryl Cole Tears, thanks Chests grasped, hands clasped In gratitude Overwhelming joy Oh at last! I can feed my boy.... Give him all the things He’s never had Since times post ‘The Blair Era’ Have gone so bad (Although you won’t be able to say that) Jobs will be precious, and scarce Robotic factory floors Work night and day As mechanoids don’t get sick Or ask for a living wage While humanoids now greet those Who can still afford to shop Whether they want them to Or not And so it carries on After the break We have those Who are on their final strike Who will get stripped of their job tonight....? Only you can say – so don’t go away! Be right back after this commercial break! Anna Archichek