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The Coke breaks, the smoke breaks,
You find that all your work just kinda lingers on
When they no longer need you
They wake up, take slack up
You’ve done your time and have no need to worry
You no longer need them

And once retired, you’ll do nothing
No single thing left in arrears
Obliged to no one
A job that surely lasted years

Don’t want to? Don’t need to
And yet you don’t believe it
When you see your Monday’s free
You think you’re dreaming

And in retirees you see nothing
No sign of constantly shifting gears
Prized by no one
A grind that surely lasted years

You stay home, or go out,
You’ll say that that long ago you had curfew
But now it’s through, and you don’t need one
The day breaks, your back aches:
There will be times when all the golf you played is worth the trade
You can be a Forgetter

On some fine days, you’ll do nothing
No sign of loss beyond your peers
Replaced by no one
A drain that could have lasted years

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