He folded
Within a thou of an inch
And slid them under
The loading bay shutter of
Blood Pumping Station
#2
Those Dagger words
She’d scolded
Bypassed safety valves
Raised pressure
Caused critical waged warnings
In the guts
Of his boiler room
Those Dagger words
He hoped
Would miss the piss-taking
From the lads
On the night shift in his brain
He hoped
That maintenance
Would be round
To fix that soon
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