Here I sit alone, in midnight darkness. Feels right, in ways, I fail to comprehend!
No noise pollution a cluttering my soul. Wonderful things, we overlook!
When the machines are a whirling, air a hissing, people a chattering. I don't like it!
Wish it, on no one! I do-not!
Concentration's diminished, even with hearing, less than normal. Tune out all!
Cannot, hafta pay, the Piper. That Piper has a heap a my money, some-where's!!!
I'm a Pauper, still . . . I must pay the Piper!
Vroom, vroom, the machine hollers, it's continual roar, "feed me, feed me!"
DAMN! never is enough . . . !
I'm a slave to this here machine, greasing, cleaning, fixin'! It can't get enough!
It cries out to me, as I'm in the warehouse, "bringing it more."
Never enough, never enough . . .!
Wasn't always like this! WRONG! Always has . . .
I've heard them cries! Since the age of 18!
ONCE . . . I never thought, "when will it end?"
Too young, too full, ya see!!!
Like a machine a hollering, "more, more, more!" It stops, never to cry out again!
Someday we stop! We must, we have no control!
When that day comes, I'll know, and say one thing, "I gave my all."