Cheaper

Into their places; they slotted, they stayed

The boys all went home, expecting their pay

Yet their pay never came, I kept it instead!

Since these bio-machines will never run dead

Ah! If only you look at their way

Churning and cranking with no tear or fray

Making my bread and at ten fold the speed

Dying to please me, so lunch break, no feed.

Oh! The boys all do whine, they whimper, they cry!

“But we still need work” they say with a sigh

But I listen not, to their meaningless chew

When the new do the same, and with great revenue

These new ones aren’t needy, they take but a dime

And the old ones did work, but the pay was a crime!

The times when they left, wanting more than they’d got

They would not think of me, left alone here to rot

So now I am happy, just right as can be

These mechanical men making dollars for me,

And I know of the torment, the fear of those boys

But nothing will topple my green coloured joys.