Extinction Completed
Extinction Completed
by Connie Foy
by Connie Foy
Right from the beginning
our fate was all set
How could we have guessed?
We weren't D.O.A. yet!
The name-change to MOA
was met with relief:
Far better extinct
than a life-span too brief.
The N.T.B. joke
was Next-To-Be sold;
their MOAs went with them,
as everyone knows.
They fell shortly after.
'Twas noticed by few,
but still they were mourned
by Sears MOAs, who knew.
Our numbers depleted,
we still didn't see
extinction completed
by what was to be.
We were told that our jobs
would be safe; we were fine.
But apparently we
didn't read all the signs.
The merger would have
no effect, we were told.
And yes, we believed them.
We MOAs were sold.
As Office Assistants
at least we had jobs.
Now O.A.s are gone, too,
amid a few sobs.
Should be no surprise here.
Remember back when
we started this gig?
We were D.O.A. then!
We didn't die out,
nor our heads explode.
We found extinction
down a whole different road.
No MOAs no mo'.
Yes, now we're extinct.
But just whose bad luck
is *this* Friday Thirteenth?
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