Slick, sticky with sweat Pushed to all limits Then beyond. To return, to return again The muscles a tight band Throbbing as they squeeze the skull Ever tighter To the electronic clacking Of yet another ticket Hammered from the machine. Without knowledge Hands race at random direction Quickly draining reserve, draining spirit Until day's end finds a creature shattered, Begging for quick sleep To begin again in mere hours All the while hearing screams Desperate managers yelling More, like wide-eyed spectators.
Reason for writing:
Inspired by a restaurant kitchen on a Friday night.
Birth sign: Not entered
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