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Originally Posted by elphenor
foxy secretaries make a point of passing through the plant
and they know you want them to show it all
but you just might get your arm torn off
if you look up from your Gletcher grind-all
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there's no time to sneak a cigarette
or read a novel by Ayn Rand
and you don't have to do
container work
to get canned
the boss man he is staring at the men he's always near
'cause the screech of shearing metal is a what he's paid to hear