on the job

new forehead head expanse read ward emm
fleeing disco aspirate flasks in pandem in pandem in tandemonium
we step freed fleadh hop in
up the hill, up the hill, jill's a daisy daughter
i flop into the fropsy lumps and sleep
and sleep and steep the price is right to skip
five bands? four bastards! fix slippery slippers. oh ah um.
greedhead.
a forest of q's
we doughnuts queue for crullers crawling trawling morning bawling yawning radio yarling
mustaches hiding from the world at night
come stinky and bushy six-thirty a m
every right turn's a disaster.

the gate beeps yes at the waving white card
the sense to be made of the place already laying itself out
noone ever parks their car to face the plant
there's enough stairs to kill a sick man
lockers jammed into every blank space
thrust the young men together in hallways
and half naked struggling with coveralls
every morning the list of things that will kill us slowly
is read, and sometimes an addendum of things that might do the job much faster.
someone cannot stop yawning.
someone will not stop scowling.
someone will talk until they're told to shut it.
the kids on the floor are laughing.
get in and

DRIVE DRIVE DRIVE DRIVE DRIVE DRIVE DRIVE

get out and smoke. get in and

DRIVE DRIVE DRIVE DRIVE DRIVE DRIVE DRIVE

get out and smoke. eat yoghurt, applesauce, drink a litre of juice.
urinate. get in and

DRIVE DRIVE DRIVE DRIVE DRIVE DRIVE DRIVE

get out and smoke and crap. get in and drive, it's not much longer now.
get out, shower,

you were who again?