We work packing strawberries day after day.
We work packing strawberries day after day.
We work packing strawberries day after day.
There is no variation. There is no change.
We work packing strawberries day after day.
Conveyor belt moves. Every second’s the same.
We work packing strawberries day after day.
Our faces are blank. Our brain patterns vague.
We work packing strawberries day after day.
We work packing strawberries day after day.
We work packing strawberries day after day.
We work packing strawberries day after day.
We work packing strawberries day after day.
We work packing strawberries day after day.
We work packing strawberries day after day.
We work packing strawberries day after day.
I glance around the factory.
All eyes are downcast.
No one notices as I slip a strawberry into my mouth.
WAH-WAH-WAH-WAH-WAH-WAH
An alarm. Four security men.
I’m taken outside and beaten.
When I regain consciousness I resume my place.
We work packing strawberries day after day.
Your writing makes me smile. 🙂 Best, phoebe
Thank you kindly!