Workers Operating Heavy Machinery.

Workers Operating Heavy Machinery.

To buste to brechen thy ass aut back,

to earn thee tous les jours endless wolfish crust,

verdienst for thine fluttering rich, 'tis a oceanus bitch without a ring,

diegenen that buan in thee centaurs buzzards hammering pack,

thee stifling zwoegen is real,tis breathless air thy breathes, is all but dust,

thee melancholy aches wonen deeper than thous mourning anima yells isnt it unjust?

thou garnish'd coin is never enough,O'art how merciless hungor stings,

as thee gentlest colt cries for moore,thous face is gressy scorpio black,

thee tortuios hands are spinavy beyond the means of indulging soap,

thou invinge eveille are dirty full of condemn'd disgust,

thy crumbl'd body needs requiescere , with a small faepmrim of gallows hope,

but thine fattening wirt needs are getting moore, than a bohaty heart attack,

no demands ! dreari'st work,he say;th unto thee ,gedoning a endless slanting temperate slope,

to used thee up,gone faste years of yore, when thou was so unimaginable robust,

thou is now just another unconscious part now, art thous bewilder'd brain smacks,

when in essence that is all thee is hence forth fleeting rust,

beran part in the heavy zephyrus machinery called piteous life, void of human scope,

thee marbl'd tomb day shall come,ascierpan as a sombre tack,

when'st thou deux shall need a little smear'd grease to adjust,

'tis doesnt matter now,staring at thy hanging wither'd rope,

for thou aussi are now despondingly whack'd!

realizing now that once you fonctionner thee machines, now they operieren thee dope.

Steve.D.Hammond.

Done