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Cruelty at work and lessons to learn |
No Free Lunch Today I dump cold cola from the can round, a barrel sweet of thirst quenching fun down my throat deeply, in one-half can draught exploding on my tounge, it passes sparkling, dancing a sweet cola splash and thirst no more. I slam the can to the table Summoned I must get back to work another truck to be checked they cannot wait for lunch to linger. "I'll be backI" I call out The waitress nods her head and goes about her business. It happens all the time. Lunch or not work must be done the driver will not wait So I fill out the forms and he rolls out and I rush back for my cold dinner. Those left at lunch are the stragglers Taking what they can and giving little they dance at the edge of keeping their jobs just two guys I've ridden hard Lazy guys with cruel jokes to play who will not work an honest day and look for oportunities to say "we are better than you." I grab my cola and slam a gulp and spit and spew I cannot chew a cigarette butt with ashes drowned in that sweet taste in haste I nearly retch and react with disgust at their laughter until I get my stomach in control and turn "Get back to work" I burn them with my eyes But laughing lazily they stroll out sneering. So too myself I say, "They will pay. By God, they will pay." 35 LInes |