It stood tall
Among peers,
Made billions
Blind to the employee's
Woes, they worked
A backbreaking schedule,
Many times forgoing food
And sleep,
None to comfort them
The Corporation
Seeing on productvity,
The retired ones dreaming
Of slavedriving in sleep
Being promoted
For the happiness
Lost on being awake.
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