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.
Sense-sex.
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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