Rigged Up

Rigged Up Laid out to pasture the company doesn’t want us We don’t get our severance pay so we turn on them Like they turned on us the day they made us sign We belonged to them then and we were slaves Made to work in the forest cutting down trees Or in the lead mines manually extracting the ore We found Uranium and rigged a crude bomb Soon the company will all be in flames We all will be free of their evil tentacles Even the dead who now are in peace cool goth art cool title cool writing my new ebook free for a while https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1117514