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The cloud’s sweat mists Foggy moon breaking the night Stars are like evening sprinkles And in the sweltering heat The factory repeats Its strange and haunting beats The dusty machines spit hot air Metal grinds metal, the forklifts beeps The sound barely startles me Out of my space daydreams My oddly color ear buds Making me dull of hearing A guy speaks at me seeking humanity Lonely, widower he needs some connection Fourteen year and tumors will see His dog finally has to go to sleep He says he needs another puppy Offers up skewed observations About our American nation I am disturbed but I can see His heart is in the right place As he places his thoughts before me Loves his music but I can’t help but worry That when I leave he will cease to be Becoming merely a memory Echoing ghostly Cause he is so lonely
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Jan 1, 2016
Jan 1, 2016 at 8:01 PM UTC
Lonely Forklift Driver
The cloud’s sweat mists Foggy moon breaking the night Stars are like evening sprinkles And in the sweltering heat The factory repeats Its strange and haunting beats The dusty machines spit hot air Metal grinds metal, the forklifts beeps The sound barely startles me Out of my space daydreams My oddly color ear buds Making me dull of hearing A guy speaks at me seeking humanity Lonely, widower he needs some connection Fourteen year and tumors will see His dog finally has to go to sleep He says he needs another puppy Offers up skewed observations About our American nation I am disturbed but I can see His heart is in the right place As he places his thoughts before me Loves his music but I can’t help but worry That when I leave he will cease to be Becoming merely a memory Echoing ghostly Cause he is so lonely
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Jan 1, 2016
Jan 1, 2016 at 8:01 PM UTC
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