There is a man called rob
With his clueless job
He weny to work everyday
To afford a place to stay
Why he worked he never knew
What he did he has no clue
Just applied with a "qualification"
To become a part of "civilization"
One from a deck of cards
Working so long and hard
Just another machine
Never ever cleaned
Left to rust
Thrown in the dust
Rob will always regret
The day that he let
Himself blindly work
Just like a useless dork
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