The Factory
Up at five everyday
off to work,
instead of play.
The day begins
with a cup of tea
and the morning news on TV.
Say goodbye
to your family
head on out to the factory.
You punch the clock
the whistle blows,
you wonder how your day will go.
It creeps by slowly,
can't wait till three
to go on home from the factory.
Week after week, the same old routine
the years go quickly
along with your dreams.
You long to retire
so you will be free
from the daily drudgery of the factory.
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