¡°For the Workforce, Drowning¡± by Thursday
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Falling from the top floor your lungs
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fill like parachutes
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windows go rushing by.
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People inside,
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dressed for the funeral in black and white.
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These ties strangle our necks, hanging in the closet,
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trapped in the cubicle;
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without a name, just numbers, on the resume stored in the mainframe, marked for delete.
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Please take these hands
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throw them in the river,
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wash away the things they never held
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please take these hands,
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throw me in the river,
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don¡¯t let me drown before the workday ends.
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9 to 5! 9 to 5!
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And we're up to our necks,
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drowning in the seconds,
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ingesting the morning commute
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lost in a dead subway sleep
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we lie wide awake in our parent¡¯s beds,
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tossing and turning.
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Tomorrow we'll get up
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drive to work,
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single file
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with everyday
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it's like the last.
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Waiting for the life to start, is it always just always ahead of the curve?
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Please take these hands
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throw them in the river,
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wash away the things they never held
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please take these hands,
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throw me in the river,
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don¡¯t let me drown before the workday ends.
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Just keep making copies
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of copies
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of copies
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when will it end?
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it'll never end,
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'til it gets so bad
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that the ink fills in our fingerprints
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and the silhouette of your own face becomes the black cloud of war
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and even in our dreams we're so afraid the weight will offset who we are
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all those breaths that you took have now been canceled in your lungs.
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Last night my teeth fell out like ivory typewriter keys
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and all the monuments and skyscrapers burned down and filled the sea.
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save our ship
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the anchor is part of the desk
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we can't cut free,
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the water is flooding the decks
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the memos sent through the currents
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computers spark like flares
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I can see them.
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They don't touch me,
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touch me.
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Please someone,
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teach me how to swim.
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Please, don't let me drown,
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please, don't let me drown.
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For The Workforce,Drowning
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Thursday |