Poem-A-Day by BlogTramp Ray - Factory

Factory - edit II:

We’re all living in a factory; we’re all living in a factory

Homeless Hungry Hobo, he’s a site to see

He’s a lotto ticket addict

A Rolly Rocket fanatic

Shopping for used groceries

He mumbles and stares at his muddy shoes

While the empty bottles in his plastic bag knock together

Like the cahiers’ knees while she asks him to leave

Wondering will he refuse/

He’s of no fixed address

N’he’s the number one suspect

Of arson at the Preece Family Refuge

On Barton Street

We’re all living in a factory

We’re all living in a factory

And I can taste it on my tongue

I can smell it in the Janu-air

As I run along the waterfront and chase the pyres and vapor trails

We’re all living in a factory

A long way from home

A long way from home

Motherless Children; You and me

A long way from home

‘Go into the mass’ve machine like unique scruffy tramps

‘Come out; carrying the brief case, dressed in fancy shirt n clip on noose, n' zip up skirt

to brain-stem hives,

Wearing universal bar code stamps,
n' branded at the end of steel-coil cold roll vast assimilate, assembly lives
Leisure Lords of Labour clamps; bunk us' bed-bugged, dronin' on in clockpunch camps
It's a festival, this day
they say
they sway...
Factory Factory Factory Factory
Livin' in a factory