Cruddy downward eyes
I arise with sticky feet
Brainwaves bind
Weak week this week
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What for why?
I served my time
Building these cities
Fist fighting life
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Master craftsman
Traitor to time
Left alone mine
Easing in their life
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I should sheet the day
Sleep away my bones
Proud steel rough hands
Tucked in at home
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“Under his breath”
Iron men and copper wires
Soon we’ll all be expired!
(Not even a thanks)
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Computer heads…hmmp.
