The Concrete Factory
Our shift
beings in the morning
And it
doesn’t stop until evenings lurking.
Our foremen
watch us toil away
While we’re
tirelessly searching,
The
questions always so far away.
The hallways
take us to our station
We have no
choice anyway,
We’re all
in the same situation.
If we get
sidetracked or lose our pace
Our bosses
will be surely there
To put us workers in
our place.
What do you guys think? Leave any comments or suggestions below and I'll respond!
Peace out girl/boy scouts!
No comments:
Post a Comment