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."
That is all any of us can do my friend, give it our all !
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