I wake to the false hopes of breakfast
The stench increases my appetite
Work boots staring at me
A fly on a web has more time to waste
The day is not done
I jump into my tin can and floor it
Destination in mind
Broken radio laughing at me
A wagon has more luxuries
The day is not done
I arrive to site a half hour late
Sounds of hard work echoing
Empty room reminds me
A slave spends less time working
The day is not done
Twelve hours of blood and sweat done
Yy tin can races me towards home
Dumb ass driver tests my reaction time
A cancer patient has more luck then me
The day is not done
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