Won't happen to me;
I cannot be replaced!
My job's secure,
I'm needed to create!
It’s called self-interpretation,
It runs from black to red.
Some listen to learn.
No voice to be heard.
It’s not out of spite,
Survival is the goal.
Constant change upsets
Wherever we go.
No matter your age
No difference what you know
It’s a plan to ensure
You cannot “mature”.
No movement keeps you placed
Where they can't build to break.
Constructing metal wonders
To replace and overtake.
How long will you stay
When all jobs are taken away?
Surely there'll be something for me?
I've survived and know so I can't go.
Your limitations are easy to see.
Metal needs no breaks, has no family.
For now, your job is "safe"
Just remember all that was replaced.
Typewriters are obsolete.
Landline phones have had their day.
Jets replaced and rockets overtake.
Time waits for no one to adjust.
Bend down close, see the dust.
It's your paycheck and benefits.
No need to provide for wires and tin.
