Martin wasn't very old
When he was told he'd have to go
'We're cutting back you know;
They say another ten's sufficient
To make the unit quite efficient'
Eighteen hundred was the sum
The minimum they had to pay
To cynically betray
A good and loyal servant of the firm
Who was dismissed because it was his turn.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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