Underworld

I'd like to shop for cemetery plots
But human resources wouldn't approve;
It might disappoint the bored big shots
Too lazy to dig labor's final groove.
There's a chance it would cost them extra pay
To lay out my carcass before its time
Since there's far more profit were I to stay
Long after the clock's overtime chime...
Which long ago lost its alleged use,
In tracking efficient worker hours,
And now instead measures labor abuse
For egocentric corporate powers...
Certain to invest in zombies instead
Of humans working until they drop dead.