I'll end this one with one much lighter.
It's called "Ruined by Monitor."
"Ruined by Monitor."
When you came in the office saying,
hi, Al, baby, so this is where you work--
my boss, my boss's bosses, and the boss stared out,
spread out like Easter Island statues from the television
cameras in my bugged room.
Then the bullhorns' word came down.
Dugan, you should keep your loves at home.
And I was processed to the street ruined.
Big businesses for strangers organized in the fear, honey,
and doesn't let a dumb girl come kissingly
to the money-works on payday.