The Mundane Factory Blues
Number ninety-seven was a worker at the plant
All she did all day was tighten screws
She was married to a foreman, because her maiden aunt
made him a deal in the name of detant
Number forty-five was a cog in the machine
All he had was half a dozen teeth
He was married to a fireman, because his boots were clean
(His beard was the slickest you've ever seen)
Number one was a spanner in the works
Always interfering with the line
She was married to the CEO. Amongst her many perks
Was to spent the night with workers she found fine
Tit for Tat is a fat burning fool
Always splashing hot grease when he fries
He's married to his job, which he thinks is cool
Just another day in the Factory of Lies
Toiling at the coalface till the wee small hours
How many faceless numbers there are
They clean off the dust in the company's dank showers
And drown their sorrows in the canteen bar
Contributors: | N, Big Andy, Apsley, franz, F, Ethetran, Beefy, Padfoot, Nigel Sly, rainbowz. |
Poem finished: | 19th December 2003 by Anon.. |