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I slice the meat on the conveyor belt.
Some of my body parts throb.
I barely get a bathroom break,
At this factory farm job.
Guts of animals spill out.
A constant stream of gore.
All this speedy butchering,
Has started to make my hands sore.
I finally have had enough,
Of these torturous weeks.
This job I have at the meat plant,
Entails harm and it reeks.
I go to my boss’s office,
The man who called me family.
With impatience from his voice he spouts:
”What do you want with me?”
I tell him about the conditions,
That puts me through living hell.
The injuries, the accidents,
The terrible, rancid smell.
”Why should I care about that?
Safety costs too much.
The fines don’t even cost me a dime.”
The boss says, making my soul crush.
The man who called me his family,
Now treating me as a machine.
He files his paperwork,
Sipping from a cup of caffeine.
His greed and carelessness angers me.
I begin to see red.
I grab his falsely earned workplace award,
And put the base of it to his head.
I stand over the bludgeoned body.
His face looks like tomato sauce.
An idea springs into my head,
On what to do with the boss.
I leave the meat plant early.
The time right now is 4:39
I wish I could hear the workers screams,
When they find his body on the line.
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