Working Overtime
Asbestos I can tell,
my lungs are working hard as
a sump pump in a clogged well
Though the cancer infiltration rate is currently low,
my body count white cell ineffectiveness is bound to grow
Asbestos I can tell,
my future breathing capacity
don’t look so well
Got my lungs working overtime
in this here deep underground coal mine
Down below, it’s dark and damp ...
a claustrophobic cancerous shroud
is starting to dim my survival lamp
A persistent bout of black seam consumption
is constantly keeping me sick
Just about right now,
I really could use another cancer stick
Although, I know my lungs
are working overtime as it is ... even still
Asbestos I can tell,
Death is gonna have a few job openings
now the road at the textile mill
Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2017
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