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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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