The Computer
Men would rave,
we have invented a machine,
to be our slave.
Sorting, processing and retrieving,
with inventory and payroll functions,
all tasks beyond believing.
In the end, we have to say,
multiplying work for the master,
the computer has had it's way.
Copyright © Anne Marie Giordano/Hunter | Year Posted 2007
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