Mom, what do you do at work?
well my little chickadee
I put flies, in jeans
and extra zippers, are a perk
Hey there Dad, how was your day?
I plugged the holes in 55 flat tires
if I had my way, and say
you know, that I'd retire
Sis, how did it go, on the assembly line?
the repetitive motions and tasks
get to my arms and back
and may just break, my spine
Yo Bro, was today an exciting trip?
it's always a good day, driving my truck
when I didn't jack-knife
or my trailer, flip
I've always pondered, and thought
just what some people live, and do
earning a living for their families
and the hell, that they, go through
Sep 21, 2017
Sep 21, 2017 at 9:07 AM UTC
Mom, what do you do at work?
well my little chickadee
I put flies, in jeans
and extra zippers, are a perk
Hey there Dad, how was your day?
I plugged the holes in 55 flat tires
if I had my way, and say
you know, that I'd retire
Sis, how did it go, on the assembly line?
the repetitive motions and tasks
get to my arms and back
and may just break, my spine
Yo Bro, was today an exciting trip?
it's always a good day, driving my truck
when I didn't jack-knife
or my trailer, flip
I've always pondered, and thought
just what some people live, and do
earning a living for their families
and the hell, that they, go through
Ever seen this show? I know it's about how things are made.
What I remember most is watching all the hands doin the same thing over and over for hours a day, and I can't help but wonder, are their minds even attached anymore? :/
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