tapping
keyboards.
pushing pencils across
a sheet of paper.
clicking the mouse.
do we need these legs
to take us anywhere
when everything under
the sun is delivered.
there are just a few now
breaking
a sweat and keeping
this doomed world going.
swinging hammers
and actually making
things with their hands.
plowing fields,
killing things for us to eat.
the rest are driving around
for an hour looking for a closer
space to park because
it's raining.
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