Inspector
I used to inspect at work in a die cast company
before I moved into quality control
I'm a inspector in our plant
all I have to do is check
but if I throw a part away
the die casters down my neck
I stand there day after day
a hundred parts thrown my way
if I pass one a little bit bad
I've got the foreman down right mad
every day there's something new
a scrap of a different kind
sometimes I don't know how to go
cause the next day they change their mind
sometimes I think I'd be better off
working out on the line
cause if these parts gets returned
they dam sure won't be mine........
Copyright © Doris Bounds | Year Posted 2020
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