We're stood on a blacked out highway going to who knows where. A floodlight shines on a group of workmen in road, slow. A passive aggressive sign says "Slow, My Daddy works in here". Gaz, Frank and Jim are gathered under the floodlight.
"That ****** lads dad never worked ere! That's bosses lad!"
"Mmmm..."
"Anyway, what's this hole for do you reckon? Gas? Telephone? Electric? Dead bodies? Haha!"
"Hope not"
"Hopeless more like! Why ARE we digging it anyway?"
"We? I'm digging! You're just talking ****!"
"******* Frank! What about owd Jim over there? Old ****** never does owt!"
"Grunt"
"Leave Jim alone! He's seen it all and done it all a million times! Poor guy must be knackered! If I still have to work at his age I'll ope you young uns gi mi some ****** respect!"
"Respect?! *******! Who's getting respect ere?! Not me! I'm in the middle of nowhere at night digging an ole in a highway for god knows what reason!"
"Look, Gaz, 'oles need to be dug. It's not our job to fill em. We just dig em up!"
"Yeah, but don't you wonder why? Like, we seem to be diggin up constantly! Same ****** area of the same ****** highway! Dunt anyone plan it oot so thi can do it all in one go?! Water, cables, all of it?! Its like we're makin work for t sake on it!"
"At least you've got ****** work! There used to be 20 odd of us on this stretch o road. Are you gonna dig or what?"
"Keep yer air on frank! I'll ****** dig, but I'm only doin it for you!"
"Well ****** me! I'm honoured! Shut up n dig will ya?"
Scrape, heave, scrape, heave
Sigh
Scrape, heave, scrape...
"Yer know what else...?"
"Oh, for ***** sake!! What?!?"
"These shovels are ****!"
"You're ****!"
"Nah mate! Look, handles are loose and shovel bit's weak as ****! If you lift too much thi just bend! It's like thi want us to ave to work twice as ard for t same bleeding job!"
"Well there's no worry o that wi you is there?! You lift ****** all!"
"Whatever..."
Heave, scrape, heave, scrape, heave ... crack!!!
"Told you!"
"Shut up smart ****!"
"Don't ya get it though?! We're nowt t them lot! Thi just use us n **** on us! Wi dunt even kno' where this place is do we? We just get a lamp post number and go! Where does this ****** highway go?!"
"Look, I don't give a ****! I just want to dig this 'ole then go ome and watch some TV and maybe get a **** before bed! There's a ****** sign over there anyway..."
Sign reads "He..."
The rest of the sign is broken away, probably hit by a car.
"Jim. Jim?! Jim!! ******* I think Jim's dea..."
"Consarnid!! Thundering eejit!! I int banna be deed, tha ****** loony! I wor banna geet some shuteye! Tha lod banging on abaat ****** why thar ****** shovlin *****?! Carnt tha led an owd bloke sleep?!!!"
"Sorry Jim. Just worried mi for a minute there. Are ta alreet?"
"Nah am nod! I wo avin a reet dree-um befoore tha wakened us! Megan ****** Fox wor sat o mi fay-us!"
In unison - "Hahaha! Tha owd dog Jim!!"
"Sorry Jim, It's Gaz, e's got more questions than a ****** 3 year owd!"
"Shut up ya miserable get!
Why do you reckon we're diggin this ole Jim? You've been doin it a long time."
"Aye... I wor yer wen thi started fixint roo-uds. It wo differnt then. Thi gi'd us reet too-uls n ad t reet ideas. Thi jus wanid us to dig reet. Bud thi dint like us knowin moo-ur than them lod! S thi gid us ****** all n wi started wokin unner leets i t deark. Nah ****** con see us then. Thas askin t rong quetsion lad! Ids nod why aar wi diggin t oil! It's why aar wi doin id int deark?!"
"Why are wi Jim?"
"Because we're expe...."
Beeeeeeeeeeeeep!!!!
Thud!!!
Vrooooommm!!!
"Oy!!!! ******!!!!"
"Es dead Frank! What the ****, What the ****, What the ****?!"
"What?!? Jim?!! Did tha get 'is number?"
"What the ****, What the ****, What the ****?!"
"Gaz!!"
"What the ****, What the ****, What the ****?!"
"**** Gaz, yer reet! ****** this **** I'm not diggin any more! I'm off ome!"
"F..f...fr.... FranFrank?"
"What Gaz? That were ****** up Gaz!! Jims dead!"
"B..b....bu... bury J..J..J..Jim"
"Gaz, tha'll ave t do it tharself, I can't dig anymore. Sorry. Im calling t ambulance n goin ome. You should too! Bye Gaz. Good luck."
"B..b....by... bye J..J..J..Jim..."
Scrape, heave, scrape, heave, scrape, heave
Slow. My Daddy works in he...
Not a poem, more of a short story/random meandering thought