Saves me no time at all,
Maybe it used to be good for farmers,
When summer changed to fall,
Back when time was determined by the sun,
People would rise and shine,
But now, whether you greet the sun or moon,
You still have to be at your job for nine,
Which means if it is March, you lose an hour,
Until you can adjust,
What purpose, in god's name, does this now have?
Not e'en farmers need dusk,
They need power,
To run their big machines,
They conquered daylight many years ago,
It doesn't need saving by human beings.
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