sawdust ©
This isn't just a metaphor no way
it's how i work every single day.
On the edge of despair
with perfect attendance i'm always there....
I've been recruited at the saw mill
due to circumstances against my will,
my best work is at the chipper
they call me Jill The Ripper.
So much of me already ripped apart
they sell the pieces for a fire to start,
the supply is endless cause more and more
broken easily by the score.
My reward right now
is that i've been of use somehow,
in the end my reward will be
burned away from misery.
Copyright© 2012
Sally
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