Cheap imitations and prestidigitation
A head full of acid and water on the knee

Punch in
Punch out
I'm filing a work related grievance
For managerial negligence
I protest and picket
My picket sign parade along the picket line

Put me in the Warsaw ghetto
Make me wear a star
Put me to work
Until I starve

I want my independent identity
But the in-crowd beckons me to live in anonymity

       -Tommy Johnson