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This place, it seems, is closing in, like the trash compactor in Star Wars, And ev’ry person in this place is trudging through; morale has died, Each face is long, each jaw is clenched, and each heart dreads its daily chores, For corporate greed has beaten down and stomped upon each person’s pride
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Mar 16, 2018
Mar 16, 2018 at 9:02 AM UTC
The cubicle walls are closing in
This place, it seems, is closing in, like the trash compactor in Star Wars, And ev’ry person in this place is trudging through; morale has died, Each face is long, each jaw is clenched, and each heart dreads its daily chores, For corporate greed has beaten down and stomped upon each person’s pride
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Mar 16, 2018
Mar 16, 2018 at 9:02 AM UTC
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