Ode to Pod

Somebody told us to pack up our bags -
Move out of the pod and move in with hags.
Were we offered a choice?
Did they ask for our voice?
They just pushed us around like dirty old slags.

A slag however, has a much better life
Than salespeople working through trouble and strife.
Slags get good tips
For a kiss on the lips
Salespeople get treated like a stay at home wife.

The Pod will soon be a fond memory
When I swivel my chair, your face I won't see
I'll cry for a week
I don't think I'll speak
Who the hell will I tell when I need a wee??