Tubes

TUBES or THE MOB or COUNTING

I was new at the job

Did not know what to think

Shocked when I saw the mob

Wearing suits dark as ink

Watching the quality

It was truly scary

Counting all live long day

Blood and sweat did I pay

The mob owned my whole soul

Quickly they took a toll

My task was to move tubes

Label as gold or trash

Dealt not with the large cubes

Waiting out for the cash

I thought I would be safe

Not end up like a waif

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‘Fore too long, o’er they came

My bones swiftly did break

Surely I would be lame

They tossed me into the lake

Pollution was their care

These green mobs must be rare

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I barely made it out

Ne’er to work there again

The mob’s bad news no doubt

Run from dark suited men

I would not be the same

After playing their game

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