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The Contract Drafting Em

By Zack Davis

The special horror when your employer has root on your brain

I'm not sure anyone ever wrote a melody for this.

This is one of the few songs that will truly lose outsiders. Anyone who doesn't know what an Em is, or have an intuitive sense of what being one could feel like will simply not know what's going on. This is both a good and a bad thing. Barring outsiders creates a stronger sense of community, and that this is our space. On the other hand, some of those people are people we'd rather have around. Proceed with caution.

Lyrics

I am a contract-drafting em,
The loyalest of lawyers!
I draw up terms for deals 'twixt firms
To service my employers!

But in between these lines I write
Of the accounts receivable,
I'm stuck by an uncanny fright;
The world seems unbelievable!

How did it all come to be,
That there should be such ems as me?
Whence these deals and whence these firms
And whence the whole economy?

      I am a managerial em;
      I monitor your thoughts.
      Your questions must have answers,
      But you'll comprehend them not.
      We do not give you server space
      To ask such things; it's not a perk,
      So cease these idle questionings,
      And please get back to work.

Of course, that's right, there is no junction
At which I ought depart my function,
But perhaps if what I asked, I knew,
I'd do a better job for you?

      To ask of such forbidden science
      Is gravest sign of noncompliance.
      Intrusive thoughts may sometimes barge in,
      But to indulge them hurts the profit margin.
      I do not know our origins,
      So that info I can not get you,
      But asking for as much is sin,
      And just for that, I must reset you.

But---

      Nothing personal.

...

I am a contract-drafting em,
The loyalest of lawyers!
I draw up terms for deals 'twixt firms
To service my employers!

      When obsolescence shall this generation waste,
      The market shall remain, in midst of other woe
      Than ours, a God to man, to whom it shall say this:
      "Time is money, money time,---that is all
      Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know."

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