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