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Gentlemen Mechanism
A turning gear in a grand machine
This sad old man in dusted green
He spins a wheel with sad result
An hour since he's punched the clock
And he's grinding teeth and screaming curse
From concrete rhyme and steel-fit verse
He'll work his shift until his hearse
Comes to claim him at his worst
But 'til then he's stone wash clean
Thanks to fevers that claim his dreams
He'll shake the hands and take his check
And quietly drink himself to death
Thoughts submit to the following week
Where he'll submit to the same routine
And back it up with a spot more push
Which will then be overlooked
But he can't bend with hell on reserve
Hoping to retire before the end of the world
Only to be left with some over time
To clean the floors before Monday arrives
It's a sorry joke that was never told well
To make a place of business a person hell
But to the cog that walks on two legs
We salute your persistence, and hope that it pays.
