Irene In The World - The Meaning of File

 

 

This life is a factory

It lines us up

Shoots us out

Kills us off

And files our history

 

What’s wrong with that?

It’s okay

For some

And more

Depends on your hat.

 

Enjoy, while you can

It’s quick

And passes

In a flash

So fill up the can.

 

Bulk out your file

It needs

To be

Worth it

Go that extra mile.

 

We leave instructions

It’s visible

Proof

That we

Were a production.

 

The End

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