Factory

It clamps and stirs

Churning your worth

It’ll eat you up in a whirl.

Be warned, thieves and demons dress in disguise among us

A clever mask they display

Only to grow closer, nearer your spirit for dismay.

This factory serves to grind up your freedoms

Creating obedience from your remains.

It will take you down through control

Just secede, time to live life, for you

• This poem reflects on the specific strenuous requirements a factory demands of you and how everyone that becomes an employee becomes a nameless face based on what work you can provide the company. They put a value on your life based on how well you do your job.