The Sandwiches Guy

We gave genes that will kill us

Spaceship names.

We have devised procedures,

Gruesome.

Endured

On hope and faith.

We blast our brains with

Death rays, precisely aimed.

We count out organs,

One or multiple.

We have precise

Names for how advanced

This is, how far it has

Progressed.

We make statistical assessments

About when the time will end.

And we sit, and wait, and hope

Again.

Dora from accounting

Made it, we hear for the tenth time.

Nobody mentions John, Laura,

Or the guy who sold sandwiches.

You will take the day off tomorrow.

Steroids gave you some strength

But that is wearing off.

Tomorrow you will not want to be here.

You were not necessary.

The work continues.

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