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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
Copyright © Anna Archichek | Year Posted 2015
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