Insane New Rule
“New Rule” was written on the sign on the door,
In bright flashing red and green type.
It would change how we all approached work every day,
We would no longer talk with a gripe.
Our hands would be up, cheering insane,
An insane happy, free and honest bizarre.
We’d all walk around dancing and singing our song,
All happy with our drums and guitar.
The new rule was a rule that treated everyone equal,
Stopping anyone from wanting to stray.
Everyone would be given the chance to own work,
We would each be the boss for a day.
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