when the paper hits the floor
and the boss walks in the door
and demands answers and more
and the zombies march along
moaning incoherent song
even eight hour days seem long
never noticing what's wrong
only one in the whole place
rises, determined by his face
to the zombies he gives chase
through an undead rodent race
decapitates complacency
heads with looks of vacancy
he has waited patiently
for such emergency
now the boss's head will scream
through eye sockets he will ream
exploding corporate themes
but all within his dreams
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