Kenneth's Critique of Sam's Poem

Untitled by Sam Weber
I get that this poem is about a person who wakes up to go to a construction site. There are long days of labor and it strikes me that this is an exposition of a day in the life of one mediocre day. Outside of that, things in this poem are unclear: What stench agitates you? What is “Yy tin can…?” I would replace the chorus of “The day is not done” because it is not within enforcing context of many things to do or even though things are done, “The day is not done.” To help with this, he should find one idea and draw parallelism throughout the poem. For instance:
I wake to the false hopes of breakfast
From dreams, the appetite finds fast [like fasting—no eating]
The work boots stare at me.
Waiting for my feet to fill them,
The work boots stare at me
Empty boots, empty stomach
Thus, the day begins
I would take out “a fly has more time to waste” because it doesn’t fit.