The machine is set to auto,
You can hear it's soft drone,
I get up when it is finished,
And then sit here all alone.
All parts have to be measured,
And they have to be with in tolorence,
So I take them to the insector,
And some days he shows indifference.
To find a part bad I sure don't want,
It is really a very simple thing,
But if they find one and try to fault me,
Oh, what a song i will sing.
My machine runs on a program,
I sit here bored day after day,
I'd rather do something that moves me,
But that is not what they want me to say.
It is hot as hell in here,
And the water is really no help,
The machine is now making a funny noise,
I think that it's about to melt.
I am waiting for that bell to sound,
And it can not come too soon,
I come in at 5 in the morning,
And don't leave until later afternoon.
Yippie the bell is now ringing,
And there is a great rush to the clock,
Just like sheep to the slaughter,
And i am just one of the flock.
Hi Renee You are the inspiration I feel.... your words are you! Loved it. Roz
HEAVY DUTY I HAVE A SIMULAR ONE,HOPE I CAN FIND IT TO SEND YOU I LIKE YOUR THINKING,I FEEL I MADE A GOOD FRIEND THRU POETRY HOW WONDERFUL L&P TIM (MANATEE)
I read the first 2 lines & I knew it was you!!! : ) I don't envy anyone who has to endure the drudgery of factory life. I think it takes a very strong breed of person to deal with this every day. I always enjoy your poems. Please, don't ever stop writing. Your friend, Amy
Hey Ren, I don't know why, but I LOVE this poem!!! I guess I miss having a job........
Hhhmm...seems like ur working environment spurs u on to many poetic inspirations!!...Smilesz,,good for u. But do i sense a tad bit of aimless boredom and frustration in ur work?!...seemingly so, but i may be wrong. NIce flow...i esp like the last stanza , and its last 2 lines..'ike sheep to the slaughter, one of the flock'.....hhmm interesting way of imagery. GOOd one!!....renee!!! TAke care, post more!