I was a temp for eight years. I’ve seen things you people wouldn’t believe. Attack ships on fire, off the shoulder of Orion. Paranoid bosses muttering “Hezbollah” when someone brown comes into reception. And kittens. Posters and posters of kittens.
This next song is called “You Can’t Recycle the Paper That the Paper Comes In.”
It goes like this:
Oh, you can’t recycle the paper that the paper comes in
I know you think you should be able to
But it says right on the paper that you can’t
And the trash can is right next to the recycling bin
So why is this so hard for you to manage
…Time to die.