Just Another Sonnet Sunday: The Factory

Not everyone born to punch a time clock

You’re not on time you will be docked

Few can withstand the gruesome empty bore

All days are the same as the ones before


Their minds must be a place far far away

Visit a pleasant vista for a brief stay

Tireless workers, a creative force

Music, art, stories; an untapped source


Swirl as fast the machines they operate

What grand art they unnoticed create

It is all amid the brutal pounding

Painful screeching of a demon’s sounding


No one will ever know or appreciate

The prison they live and cannot escape


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