The Great American Plastic Factory

"The Great American Plastic Factory"

I call it the Grind
Every Morning
Whether you want to or not,
(usually you don't)

Clock in 5:45 am
(after that 45 min drive)
Team meeting,
Spirits Rise.

Production Floor
(melting plastic smell)
Ordering more...
Slaves to hell.

Notice that seam?
That's where the mould
Is squirted & released -
by the Machine.

I have been demolded
to the sanding table.
to erase that scar.
been sorted, pigeonholed -
~was not performance able.

There I made friends
with the beautiful
discarded people.
These people were still hopeful.

As he sanded furiously,
with dusty Red Eyes...
Shouting a Grin over the noise,
"Me my Wife so poor we eat Noooodllle!"

My head did a turn
& noticed a sign;
"Day #293
W/O Injury."

As I file another, disfitting
Peace
Can't help but think,
"This Place Should Not Be..."