Spiker

I wrote this years ago when I was working security at a steel mill.

Got to get to work on this machine that slams and bangs.
Gots a greasy soul, and now the master slasher slips:
Skips…
Now it tears instead of rips.
My wife has gone away ‘cause I hit her hard one day.
It’s alright,
I’ll cry tonight.
Got to get to work on this machine.

Got to get to work on this machine that slams and bangs.
Power breakers broken, and I haven’t got a token.
Dead…
Then the bosses face turns red.
Shift has nearly fled, and I lost the center thread.
It’s OK…
Another day.
Got to get to work on this machine.