|Poetry for people who hate poetry|
This lever here is to luff,
The rest are slewing and other stuff,
The tugger motor’s running rough,
The maintainer quit, he’d had enough.
Foreman’s angry, see the riggers scatter?
Don’t know what the fuck’s the matter.
Perhaps someone said he’s getting fatter,
He’s never one for idle patter.
Nope, Safety’s said we must delay,
This ain’t the worst he’ll get today,
Everything’s in disarray.
I’m staying right here, out the way,
The load is slung it looks legit,
The banksman’s ready to commit,
But they’re going to have to wait a bit,
I’m heading down, I need a shit.