The Fat End

We are the workers, call us an hour before an absent fill shift The pyramid sprouts atop of The heavy depths of broad ordinary, Breadth mopped and swept Silent cogs push motion Everywhere, rarely heralded Carpet of field mice scrambling Part of the pattern, crucial Expectations remain ingrained Pith of the fruit, flavour generic Bolster of bricks protects Lighthouse of blinding brains Scratching hand to steerhouse Tightening bolts, scrubbing deck Nugget behind their high shine We are the labourers, casual pay covers days not at work, sticking To meagre styles, life defined By the hemming, wage stemmed - Can't afford to ask questions Surge of activity, pothole filled Inhibited by flurry, imagination aside Menial smooths the cement Minimum makes no plans beyond next week, when, - if I have a job. We will do any dirty Demeaning chore, and thank you for Your grace in giving it to us 6th August 2020 It Sucks - Contest Kai Michael Neumann - Sponsor