Here is my most recent....... post #816 hosted here at my home thread...
http://www.rationalresponders.com/forum/31771?page=16
Bicycle Factory, By Brian37 (AKA Brian James Rational Poet on FB and @Brianrrs37 on twitter)
John looked puzzled
On the assembly line
Consulted the manual
About the part's place
"Where does it go?"
He asked his co worker
Sarah responded
"I'll look in my manual"
"Insert bolt A
Into bar B"
John responded
"That's not what I see"
"My manual says"
Sarah cut him off
"You have the wrong one
"Mine is our boss"
"That's not right
This one says
Do it this way
Or we shall fight"
Then all the workers
Divided in unions
Picked up wreches
And threatened each other
"DO IT MY WAY"
"It says so here"
"I have the right manual
You better beware!"
The riots started
On the factory floor
Broken bones
And bloody lips
And two floors up
An empty executive office
Unoccupied
There was no boss
The bikes inconsistant
They all looked different
The workers groveled
For the boss's attention
"You're on my side
Pick my union
You gave me the right
To beat them into submission"
No quality control
The output suffered
Bikes missing spokes
Others no seats
But the different unions
Had the best virtue
Loyalty to
The one true manual
The factory floor
In stubborn crimson
The infinite riots
Would not convince them
That office is empty
It should be obvious
After all this time
The riots don't stop
He could if he wanted
Adress you all
Without the confusion
And make it clear
"Manditory meeting
At 5 pm
All the workers
Must attend"
But the CEO
Never shows up
To end the riots
Between the unions
http://www.rationalresponders.com/forum/31771?page=16
Bicycle Factory, By Brian37 (AKA Brian James Rational Poet on FB and @Brianrrs37 on twitter)
John looked puzzled
On the assembly line
Consulted the manual
About the part's place
"Where does it go?"
He asked his co worker
Sarah responded
"I'll look in my manual"
"Insert bolt A
Into bar B"
John responded
"That's not what I see"
"My manual says"
Sarah cut him off
"You have the wrong one
"Mine is our boss"
"That's not right
This one says
Do it this way
Or we shall fight"
Then all the workers
Divided in unions
Picked up wreches
And threatened each other
"DO IT MY WAY"
"It says so here"
"I have the right manual
You better beware!"
The riots started
On the factory floor
Broken bones
And bloody lips
And two floors up
An empty executive office
Unoccupied
There was no boss
The bikes inconsistant
They all looked different
The workers groveled
For the boss's attention
"You're on my side
Pick my union
You gave me the right
To beat them into submission"
No quality control
The output suffered
Bikes missing spokes
Others no seats
But the different unions
Had the best virtue
Loyalty to
The one true manual
The factory floor
In stubborn crimson
The infinite riots
Would not convince them
That office is empty
It should be obvious
After all this time
The riots don't stop
He could if he wanted
Adress you all
Without the confusion
And make it clear
"Manditory meeting
At 5 pm
All the workers
Must attend"
But the CEO
Never shows up
To end the riots
Between the unions
