Hospital bed
You had us doing hard labor
no shade, not enough water
Desert heat, 98 degrees
I thought you were smarter.
I did you a favor, got bruises and grief
Cramp in my muscles
You saw me as cheap.
Money hunger yeah, it gets you places
But this time? It led you to danger
No cover, just a slab of cement
Forty by sixty I'm soaked, I’m spent
Eight inches thick at first
Ended at four.
A car lot we poured
A whole lot we poured.
Dripping in sweat, cramping and bent
This wasn’t for hands, it was meant for cement
Only two shovels
I took the one with that was rough
No gloves I was puzzled
You thought I’d take shoes
I think that’s what you expected
Surprised when I pulled out the rain boots
Safety you neglected
The owner’s got money, I wonder the price
You charged low probably five, when nine would suffice
I know I was underpaid
$140 i slayed
Still I showed up, still I stayed
Now you’re laid up in a hospital bed
Was it worth it? Was it worth that bread?
I drove back and fourth
Stayed in my lane
Pneumonia is deadly
I hope your ok
You put me at risk
But prepared, I went
I did you a favor
And I still got strength
I hope you're okay.
But remember the weight.
Copyright © Fernando Vergara | Year Posted 2025
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