Transfer transfer,
my whole life transfers.
I move from here to there,
there to here.
Back and forth everyday.

Transfer transfer,
I work at a place where I wait for all sorts.
Fat, small, ugly,
to transfer.
Coming and going,
going and coming,
back and forth every day.
Except for the weekends.

Transfer transfer,
I wait for the final transfers,
as all of us do.
Some more than others.
Thrown in a box,
carried away by the funeral parade to a final resting place.

I hope to god there is no god.
No heaven,
no spiritual realm,
or whatever the ******* want to call it.
Doomed to transfer for eternity.