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492. Change

Today is an adventure for a new job
The last one now only a fleeting thought
Change came when I least expected
But I look great in the new clothes I bought
I must admit that I was really content
Though my job had grown boring and old
Until one day my boss said I’d be leaving
For the company had been purchased and sold
Job security is a oxymoron of life
No one is spared from callous events
Employees today work for uncaring masters
The quest for profit creating employment predicaments
So here I now work in another position
This makes four jobs in less than a year
Society has turned all workers into gypsies
No longer of change do we fear


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