"Paper-Pushing and Body-Collecting Are the Same Thing, Right?" you're never going to be able to let go of all they put you through. from their perfect perches high atop corporate america they're sending you to your graves with promises of a safer tomorrow yet the wait in the airport is even longer and you'll still just be working nine to five... nine to five. "hard-working, dependable and loyal." but maybe your mantra was misread -- "easily-controlled, disposable... drone." and you're still working nine to five... nine to five. then when things look up the bombs explode and you're at war for corporate america fighting from nine to five... nine to five. a drone in camo and a tie from nine to five... nine to five.
Yeah. I wanted to make it longer but I realized I was using the "nine to five" repetition too much, and it reminded me of Thursday's "For the Workforce, Drowning." But I wrote it at lunch during school so I thought I'd post it anyway.
Never heard the song you mentioned, but I liked the poem (or lyrics). EDIT: And I think the length was perfect.