A job's a job,
The work is tough,
Like Steve Jobs' jobs,
Making groovy stuff.
A sprinkle of magic,
In every iPad,
An assumption so tradgic,
It makes me quite sad.
A turtle-necked fool,
Will provide you with rice,
If you pick up a tool,
And build his device.
These crippled computers,
Roll out of the plants,
Thanks to crippled employees,
Who fuel Jobs' disco dance.
- Jester