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Mar 2013
It’s eight pm and I am still at work
Building machines, have I gone berserk ?
No work on the camper in over a week
A holiday at Easter  is looking bleak
My partner  alone, at home, poor creature
To remind her of me she has asked for a picture
The boss has left he is going to dinner
What about us?  We are  just getting thinner
The  team and I,  we just ramble on
The time we spend here, forever gone
To finish on time,  management is wishing
As for some of us here, we would rather be fishing
I think of the machine when I am supposed to be sleeping
No proper drawings, the problems just heaping
thoughts of steam valves and tangled pneumatics
I  think we are becoming machine  fanatics
Being motivated by irrational enthusiasm
my brain is starting to go into spasm
maybe there is light at the end of the tunnel
or is it a  a train heading towards us  to pummel
Written by
Ernest Welthagen  Auckland New Zealand
(Auckland New Zealand)   
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