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3rd Shift
They are the silent.
Reticent cogs, silent mules,
tacit army-
Docile drawing force that dreams
of sex and pick-up trucks.
Of paying next month's rent.
Of six packs in the dust.
strong backs, long backs
arms and legs and hands,
they facilitate facility
denying lust that calls...
"Hallelujah, hallelujah,"
calling through
the hallowed halls,
We're only half past
destitute.
They have us by the balls!
The workers of America
struggle to survive
as they manufacture widgets
never working nine to five
like the bankers and the lawyers
insurance folk and brokers
who turn a tidy profit
juggling money, choking smokers.
The reality of life for these,
the masses building life
for those, consumptuous bleeding
breeding grogs who love the mighty widget’s
lure is fucking in the moonlight
hidden by the Chevy's dash
while dreaming soporific dreams
of bringing home the cash.
End
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