Since we breathe clock and telephone,
Basement fires keep us so alive.
With confetti on the escalator steps, get set.
Phone calls.
Clock and tv sets.
Type and file.
I'm not paid enough to understand
That this position was always in demand.
The boys throw the girls into the pool.

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