Oh, De Collective

Everyone else was rolling to their Workaday occupations

While this group of folk Like so many crows Working together to Antagonize their neighbors

They pushed buttons Picked up little projects Of no import But their own amusement

Sometimes they didn't talk To each other for days Then suddenly With little planning They were pushing towards An invented goal

Realizing Aren't they all made up?

While the rest of us Were tapping our watches And punching our clocks Like they were our faces in the mirror