Work is a monster

Giant concrete blocks piled high

And grinding as they stomp down

On all the workers

Dry, choking dust

Clogs the air

Rumbles and crunches

Drown out the sweet music

The taste of sand and oil

fills your mouth

The weight of ten thousand thousand tons

Pulls you down

No time for a rest

Finish late today

So you can start early tomorrow

Day after day after day

Stomp, stomp, stomp it goes

On your heart

On your mind

On the rest of your life

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