Working the Wonders of the World

Clock in. Huddle time. Rolling out. Again? Damn...
Polished floors. Constructed enclosure. Metal contraptions? Sigh...
Cotton. Polyester. Racks of thread. Static shock? Ow...
Pompous attitudes. Motion blur. Faint perfume? Ughh...
Resistant mass. Bewildered idiot. Lost parent? Come on...
Bright lights. Orange walls. Churning stomach? Yuck.
Room spinning. Sinking feeling. Train derailed?

Home time.

Oh the wonders we suffer for the sake of paper greens.

Incoherently yours,
~Chiko...